Tom Kratman came up with this amusing piece in the comments of Horatius Moons the Left. I have posted it openly with his permission.
It’s definitely worth a chuckle or twenty.
Donaldus Moons the Left
San Fran Nan, up upon the hill,
By the nine judges swore
That border walls and ID’d votes
Would be discussed no more
By the nine judges swore it,
And named a voting day
And sent out deep dark threats and bribes
To Left Coast dens and Northeast hives
To bring impeachment day.
East and west and south and north
The promises flew fast
Along with warnings dire,
If “evil Trump” should last,
No funding help for Democrats
Who do not vote Trump out
When San Fran Nan of blowjob land
Is hunting for his scalp.
Then tweeted bold Donaldus,
The president of late,
“I am the peoples’ choice in this –
To dems an awful fate.
And how can pol serve better,
Than fighting for his cause,
For the welfare of his own good folk
Ahead of foreigners?”
“Come bring it on, O San Fran Nan,
For every vote you get
In the corrupt House now will mean
A half a million more for me
When we run in twenty-twenty.
And speaking of the House, my dear,
You ugly twat who needs botox
Should scrub my floors and darn my socks.
The gavel you hold tight in claw
Already reeks of vaginal
Secretions, yeast, and clap because,
You use it for a dildo.”
Then stood Donaldus boldly,
And turned himself about
Then dropped his drawers and bared his ass
And bent himself while farting fast.
The Democrats began to pass
Out, falling down with gags and gasps
While Donald laughed and tweeted out
“You fucking lot of pansies!”
Yesterday, I was talking with Tom Kratman about various things, and he recommended I read Horatius At the Bridge. Halfway through, I realized I had read it before many moons ago. It was when this quote came up that I remembered:
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods
Indeed. And it got me thinking. Horatius denied the enemy easy access to Rome with only himself and two companions. All that it took was a measure of courage and the willingness to go all the way – unto death, if necessary – to achieve his goals.
The political Left is fond of applying immense peer pressure upon its various targets. The media will hound you, the mobs will accost you in the street, people will disown you on social media, or dump piss on your face in public. People will call your place of work to get you fired. A personal friend of mine suffered this treatment after he was attacked by three Lefties while on vacation in Washington DC, wearing his Trump hat. People were blowing up his phone making fun of him, threatening him, and otherwise making nuisances of themselves.
But in a sense, they were paper tigers. My friend laughed it off, won his case in court, and walked away a free man. Somehow, all the great peer pressure applied by the Left rolled off him. Tom Kratman likewise gives no shits how the Left perceives him. They are, in essence, much like Horatius’s companions on the bridge, stalwart and ready to fight to the end, should it prove necessary.
Trump, on the other hand, is in many ways like Horatius himself. That is to say, if Horatius had bent over and mooned his enemies while flipping them the bird and screaming “neener-neener you can’t catch me!”
This is why, despite Trump’s flaws (which are legion), I have a healthy respect for him. The sheer balls required to do this would require a wheelbarrow to move. He doesn’t just stand, stalwart and unconcerned with the enemy’s vast numbers and resources, he deliberately provokes them.
We might debate the wisdom of this. Perhaps baiting the tiger is not the best course of action. If the tiger is made of paper, though, Trump’s actions expose them. And if not, well then… at least we know something of the enemy’s constitution. Wise or foolish, Trump’s actions are necessary.
Likewise, I was reminded of a video in which Lefty animal-rights protesters stood in front of the entrance to a meat packing plant. A big rig was turning, and its driver didn’t even bother to stop. He just kept going, and the Lefties scattered like roaches, screaming and crying that their tactic had failed.
Unlike Horatius, they were not willing to go all the way. They weren’t willing to die for their cause, and perhaps the truck driver knew this. Or, maybe like Tom Kratman and my friend, he simply did not care. He was in the right, they were in the wrong, and there really wasn’t anything else to do. If you concede to evil, you enable evil. Either way, they pretended to be Horatius at the bridge, but failed their test. Either they were cowards, or did not believe in their cause sufficiently to risk death for it. Most likely, both conditions were true for them.
In this day and age, many of us (myself included, at one point) are inclined to give in to peer pressure, or at least bow to what we perceive to be the superior social and cultural power wielded by the Left. The solution is simple. Be the truck driver and scatter the roaches, or maybe run them over, depending on how it all plays out. Sometimes this is as easy as saying “no” to them.
Them: “Give up your guns or we will call you a Nazi!”
You: “Come and take them.”
Somehow, peer pressure has become more terrifying for many than physical conflict is, even. I don’t know precisely why this is, but it is observably true – and also kind of silly, if you think about it. But Molon Labe isn’t just a catchphrase. Believe in it.
In any event, stand stalwart on the bridge and say “no, you move” like Captain America said before the SJWs turned him into the enemy. Or, if you have testicles the size of a semi-truck, bend over, moon the media, and yell “come and get me, assholes” like Donald Trump has done – though be prepared for hordes of angry mobs to descend upon you if you do this. That’s not just braving the bees to kill the nest, that’s deliberately waving your dick at it and stirring the nest around a bit.
Even if you lose, and let’s face it, losing is likely in such a scenario, your example inspires resistance and courage in others. Such examples inspired me, and many others besides. And you may be surprised. The enemy may flee as readily as they scattered in the face of the big rig. Sometimes, when tested, the seemingly-strong reveal their weakness. Other times, the seemingly-weak reveal their strength. The great test for all of us is coming soon, though. If they come for me, I will stand and make them fight for every inch of ground. Courage can be infectious, just as cowardice can also be. And if enough stand at the bridge, no one can overwhelm them.
Mooning not necessarily required (but hilarious, even so).
RadFems and SJWs are fond of repeating, almost as mantra, the notion of cishet white male privilege. It is almost as if being born white and male is winning the lottery to them. If I raise my hand on the side of the street, surely the cabbie will chose me over some woman. If I land the job interview, surely my light skin and male genitals will mean I will get the job over, say, an Asian woman.
It’s complete and total horseshit.
I’ve never really bought into this privilege business to begin with. Life is inherently unfair. I remember getting a call from my wife, she told me that a tornado dropped a couch on her car. She sent me the pics after, and sure enough, there was a couch that had busted up the rear window and wrecked the trunk. Apparently it bounced off the car next to hers, which was totaled, and decided to come to a rest on hers before ending its journey. Was that fair? Absolutely not. Did it happen anyway? Sure did. My father’s truck was struck by lightning, in motion, driving down I-4 during a really bad storm. Came in through the antenna, fried everything electrical in the truck. Also not fair. Also happened.
SJWs make very specific claims about fairness and equality, however. First, they tell us that racism, sexism, etc… exist. Then the tell us that it’s extremely harmful (in some cases, they claim it is the equal of physical violence). Finally, they tell us that they can fix this bigotry through bigotry of their own. Intolerance of intolerance, they claim. Fight fire with fire. Fight racism against blacks, for instance, with racism against whites. Fight sexism against females with sexism against males, and so on. And then sometimes you get women like Ashleigh Shackelford who just say “fuck you, pay me” and dispense with the window dressings.
For SJWs this is an endless buffet of grievances they can milk for Weaponized Empathy. And yet, I’ve long been aware of the fact that the supposedly-privileged really aren’t. If they ever were, that benefit ended long ago. If anyone on this Earth has privilege, it is attractive women in the West.
If you’re a hot chick in the West, everything you could ever want is yours. Always, there will be some man out there who will take you on free vacations, and buy you things. Or you can strip, or sell your body. Or, as is more common these days, you can post some vaguely Left-wing claptrap about saving the whales or something, and create an Instagram account of endless vacations funded through Patreon, because your scantily-clad bikini pictures in Tenerife attract hordes of thirsty incel SJW “men”. When a hot girl says something stupid, people pay attention to her anyway.
This has the effect of separating the hot chick from reality even more. She might think her stupid poems are beautiful art, because thirsty men will say anything to an attractive woman. She might even think her Lefty politics are edgy and engaging. No, dear, they aren’t spamming your Instagram comments because you attended the BLM rally last week. They are doing it because you’re wearing a transparent g-string in broad daylight, and these guys haven’t been laid since Bush II was president.
Anita Sarkeesian – who isn’t even very attractive, I might add – went all the way to the UN with some vague bullshit about video games and sexism, expecting the international organization of universal idiocy to do something about it. Nobody would tolerate that much nonsense coming out of the mouth of a man. But if a not-ugly woman says it, people will nod, talk, and take it all seriously. Or at least they will pretend to, anyway.
Celebrities operate likewise. Nobody gives a rat’s ass what political claptrap comes out of Ariana Grande’s mouth, per se, but because she’s hot, it’s news. Still, Bill Clinton will stare at her ass during a funeral like he’s a starving Somali, and her posterior was a bacon-wrapped filet mignon. Somehow Beyonce is treated like the queen of the universe by hordes of white women and thirsty SJW males. She’s a singer, not an incarnation of the Messiah. Seriously, people, enough is enough.
I remember reading some months back about who it was more morally permissible to run over at an intersection. Hot girls? No, no, we can’t have that. Save the children too. But men? Eh… men are speed bumps. They scored much lower. I discussed this with a friend of mine at the bar, and he coined the term Hot Girl Privilege. Everything SJWs say about white men is basically bullshit. But it’s true for most attractive women. It’s even true for that ones that aren’t very attractive – thirst and desperation is an ugly thing.
At one club I spin at, I was told that I would be followed up by another DJ later in the night, which was unusual. Usually I was the headline act there, but whatever. So this woman shows up with a laptop. Full stop. No turntables, no mixer, no controller, no cables, nothing. Just the laptop. I ask her how she intends to plug in to the mixer in the DJ booth. She asked me if I had cables she could borrow for this. To put this in perspective for my non-DJ readers, she showed up to a gig without the equipment to do the job and just assumed everyone there would bend over backwards to accommodate her. Her set was a disaster, she couldn’t even beatmatch (it’d be like being a race car driver who can’t drive stick). But the promoter brought her in because she looked good in a glitter-bra and thong panties. DJ ability not required.
On Twitter, RadFems will talk about how they suffered some kind of microaggression because someone didn’t kiss their ass as if it was morally equivalent to the Holocaust. Another feminist made the news for walking down the street in a sketchy neighborhood, swaying her hips in tight pants, strutting her stuff, trolling for wolf-whistles – which were then submitted as evidence of evil oppressive activity. This meme captures the spirit well enough:
One feminist was quoted as saying she wanted male-female equality in high-status jobs like corporate executives and finance. When asked if she thought male-female equality should also extend to dirty, dangerous jobs like working in a sewer, she laughed and said obviously not. Women didn’t want those jobs, obviously. A newspaper printed an infographic lamenting that 1 in 4 homeless people were women. Did the author desire more men to be homeless? Somehow we are supposed to focus on 25% of the homeless, and fuck the other 75%.
In everything, the perspective of women – especially attractive women – is taken more seriously. Men don’t matter, and if anybody notices them, it’s only because they are evil oppressors. In some ways, this is a consequence of the fact that, in very biological ways, men are disposable. One man and a thousand women could repopulate mankind. The reverse means almost certain extinction. Yet RadFems want to have their cake and eat it too. They want every benefit of being women, without conceding anything to men in turn. They still want men to earn more money and be stronger – because that’s what they are attracted to – and yet think it’s unfair that they have less money (there was even a campaign to pay women more money for their work) and tend to be physically weaker. Feminism is full of implicit contradictions, and even a few explicit ones.
Back in 2014, a man minding his own business on the subway was accosted by a woman who made fun of him again and again, yelling at him for his chosen clothes. Had any man done this to a woman, the outrage would have been heard around the world. But to top it off, the woman punched him in the face. He slapped her, open handed, in turn. He was arrested. When the video came out on Youtube, proving his innocence, the charges were dropped. All the woman got for her antics and her assault was some “anger management” classes. Girl privilege saved her from being punched first for her stupidity, saved her again when he slapped her instead of punching her to do real damage, and then saved her one final time from doing any real time for her stupidity.
And what do you bet they go easy on the sixth grade teacher who had sex with a 13 year old. Just as women are more likely to get custody of the kids in a divorce, so are they more likely to walk away with a slap on the wrist, or at least less punishment than if a man does the same.
When a woman accomplishes something, it is because she is so good she broke through the evil patriarchal glass ceiling. When she fails, it is because of sexism. No matter what, she cannot lose.
Now, I don’t want my readers to think I’m bitter about all this. Fact is, some of this is biological. Men and women are different, and this produces different outcomes. I no more desire to “level the playing field” or make everything all fair (which is impossible anyway) than you do. Rather, I wish to highlight how absolutely bonkers SJWs are to claim that women are oppressed. Women in the West have more power than any comparable group of people in the history of our entire species.
No, if there is any problem with the West, it is that it puts women on a pedestal, from which even the nastiest, anti-Semitic crap-peddlers like Linda Sarsour find it difficult to fall from. Imagine if a man went to the UN and told them he was oppressed because some trolls were making mean jokes in Call of Duty like Anita Sarkeesian and Zoe Quinn did. The laughter would be audible from low Earth orbit. When a woman “free bleeds” all over herself to “fight the patriarchy”, she makes the magazine cover. Imagine if a man pissed his pants and claimed he was fighting the oppressive matriarchy… yeah, it’s that ridiculous.
Sarah Hoyt once mentioned that we live in a kind of stealth matriarchy, where women have all the power in the West, but still get to rail against an imaginary patriarchy as if they were living in some third world toilet where women are property. They get to feel like they are fighting against The Man, but they are, in fact, The Man. Just the mere fact that claiming oppression wins them notoriety and fame is tacit evidence everything they are saying is bullshit. At least the Ashleigh Shackelfords of the world saying “fuck you, pay me” are being a little bit honest. They’re just in it for free Patreon and PayPal money from idiot, guilt-tripped soyboys. At least they realize it’s all a con game and admit it openly.
Instagram girls claim the patriarchy has supposedly hindered them their whole lives, while spending that fat Patreon money – fleeced from thirsty men – on exotic vacations. They appear to be completely unaware of the inherent contradictions of everything they say. The oppressors pad their accounts. The oppressed tan on some exotic beach and post pictures of martinis and skimpy, designer bikinis. The oppressed get to endlessly shit on the oppressors. Indeed, they gain fame, money, and attention from shitting on their supposed oppressors. And if the oppressor says anything about this arrangement, the Internet mobs will hunt him down and get him fired from his job.
At some level, they know this. That’s why these “The Future is Female” t-shirts sell like hotcakes. They don’t want equality – and even if they did, equality is not possible. What they want is power. What they want is money. Ashleigh Shackelford shilling for reparations money is the real face of feminism. Her slogan “fuck you, pay me” might as well be the motto of Feminism. They want to sit on a beach in Tenerife, while the men slave in the sewers. They want the credit, and don’t want to work for any of it. Zoe Quinn claimed the title of game developer after “developing” what amounted to a fancy Word document, and people took her seriously because she possessed a vagina. Like how showing up to DJ without even the means to connect to the club’s sound system is okay if you have a fabulous rack.
Whatever. The world is what it is and there’s not much we can do about it. But what we can do is call out the utter lunacy of Western women claiming oppression. There has never been a less oppressed group in the history of Earth. And if you believe we’re alone in the universe, there has never been any less oppressed group of lifeforms in the history of the entire universe. Everything about feminism can be exposed for the lie that it is through one simple truth: Hot Girl Privilege.
So I’m a day late and a few dollars short on my holiday wishes, for which I can only plead the excuse of driving all over my home state to various family gatherings over the last couple of days. The driving is a chore, of course, but the company is worth the trouble, and I must consider myself fortunate to have the family that I do. Nonetheless, I hope my readers have had an excellent Christmas and will enjoy a fruitful and prosperous new year. Typically, I am not the best at holiday well-wishes – to the point that I deliberately invoke The Grinch on a regular basis during the holiday season. Not, I should note, because I dislike Christmas, but because I believe a lot of folks have lost their way.
I won’t lecture you too deeply about the meaning of Christmas and the deeper mysteries of Christian faith – that is for other, and better souls. What I will say is that every year I am disappointed by the Black Friday rushes, the obsession with Apple products, the advertisements for new cars (always with a bow on them – as if that $30,000 automobile doesn’t come with a hefty payment that lasts far after Christmas is past). In Jim Carrey’s version of The Grinch, the titular character laments on how all the cheesy unwanted gifts wind up on his mountain, and you get the impression that the character is the way he is because he loathes the envy and greed behind the season.
Somebody once said that money is the root of all evil. But I’ve never believed that. Envy is the root. It is simply that, in a society that runs on money instead of barter, money is the means by which envy expresses itself. Like how a pen and paper are not evil in themselves, but an evil man may use them to write evil things. The envious man works likewise with regards to money. There is so much envy in the holidays each year, it is profoundly disappointing to me.
So yes, it’s so common it’s surely a cliche. But try and remember what is important. Christ was born, and for this we celebrate. As Nassim Nicholas Taleb often says, let us not mix the profane and the Holy. That is, in this blogger’s opinion, the real mistake we often make. The consumer goods, the toys, new cars, iPads, and cheesy gifts soon to find their way to the dump… on their own, these are the profane. But if there is love for family and friends behind the gifts, if envy and jealousy aren’t a part of it, if there is celebration of our faith underneath it, then it is something different.
I know my readers understand. And I am grateful for all of you.
Merry Christmas, have a happy New Year.
God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause his face to shine upon us.
At times, I talk with my wife about Communism, the Cold War, and the like. She is generally uninterested in politics save for the fact that, as a daughter of Cuban exiles, she has an instinctive loathing for Communism. When I talk with her about these things, though, they are always personal. Her family suffered under the Castro regime, and that is enough to prove to her that the Communists are on the side of evil. No further analysis is really required for her. Another acquaintance of mine is a woman of Vietnamese descent. Her opinions of Communism are likewise informed by the experiences of family during the fall of South Vietnam and the long course of the war which preceded it.
America defeated the Soviet Union through near-Herculean economic and technological feats, while the Soviets destroyed themselves utterly trying to push their flagging, hobbled economy to keep up with us, with the boat anchor of Socialism holding it back all the while. Yet already, most of the world was Socialist or at least leaned that way to some degree. Socialism continues to gain ground. The rats of world Socialism bailed from the sinking Soviet Titanic, but did not die. My wife cannot go to Cuba, my friend cannot go to Vietnam. And though the Berlin Wall fell, it’s questionable if the long term future of Germany is improved with millions of migrants instead of Stasi secret policemen.
Movement toward Socialism is one-way and inexorable everywhere. Once a Socialist policy is implemented, getting rid of it is a Herculean feat. I remember when Bush II floated the trial balloon of allowing workers to contribute to private investment accounts in lieu of Social Security. That lasted all of about 5 minutes. The outcry could probably be heard from orbit. Obamacare is still around, despite Trump’s best efforts (at least the tax mandate is gone, though). Look at socialist programs around the West. Once passed, they never die. Its partisans will fight to the death. Its opponents presumably have better things to do.
Earlier today, I was reading a little about the fall of Saigon and the final days of South Vietnam, and it is fascinating to see how fast the South fell apart. Kill nearly a million Socialists and somehow more sprout up from the ground. One gets the feeling that America was simply exhausted at a moral level as much as anything else. Imagine fighting Communists in the bush for years on end, only to watch Jane Fonda do her little puff piece act, and watch popular support evaporate like a fart in a hurricane.
Socialists are good at hacking the human emotional landscape, so to speak. As I stated in an earlier post, the nature of this moral argument stems from a misinterpretation of the Golden Rule, or alternatively, from the optimum play strategy in Game Theory. In the first round, you ought to Keep Faith, in the hopes that your opponent will do likewise, and you may both benefit. If this fails, you should Betray in the next round, to teach the other a lesson, and to avoid being a sucker. Treat the other person how you would like to be treated and all that. However, this has a deeper implication. If the other person hits betray, then it is assumed he likewise treated you as he wished to be treated. So now we play the game by his rules: betray, betray, betray.
Socialists reset the game with each transaction, however. The moral trick of the political Left is to consider every action in a moral vacuum. Keep Faith this time, the Leftist says. And when the betrayal happens, ignore it and reset the game. Keep Faith again, and again, and again… until they march into your headquarters and finally tell it to you straight: “There is no question of your transferring power. Your power has crumbled. You cannot give up what you do not have.”
By doing this, Socialists will win any moral argument. If, for instance, they provide a picture of a poor Syrian child, and say “how could you possibly turn away this poor innocent child,” hordes of people will lose their resolve and agree to allowing millions of migrants to go wherever they please without resistance. The Syrian child doesn’t exist in a moral vacuum. You’ve been betrayed, and the Left reset the game again. Same with illegal immigration in the United States. In debates with Leftists, I have seen them refer to the conditions illegals in our custody live in as worse than Nazi concentration camps. Who believes this? And yet they will defend the point with a thousand rationalizations, and then demand we Keep Faith again because clearly we’re horrible, and the poor innocent kids need us to keep the faith.
If we do, another few million will cross the border. They hit Betray, just as they did to Reagan after amnesty. Again and again.
Socialists are relentless in their political fighting. They are like political Terminators. They do not stop until the whole world is Socialist. For them no lie is too great, nor is any murder too evil, if truth and life stand in the way of Socialism. And once they dig their claws into a place, getting rid of them is a Herculean effort. The Cold War and the defeat of the USSR was, perhaps, the greatest achievement America ever accomplished, and even that was not enough. Socialism continues its long march through the institutions.
My Cuban in-laws lament that, when America falls – as they think it probably will soon – that will be it. America was the last place for them to go and be free. If America falls into Socialism, the rest of the world is sure to follow. I’ve long suspected that fear of America is all that kept many places from openly embracing it, in full rather than in part. Meanwhile, within our borders, the disease festers and grows. I remember Bill Kristol extolling how he was embracing his Socialist side in the wake of Donald Trump’s election. Even the nominal Right has been infected by it.
In a conversation with Sarah Hoyt some years ago, I remember her telling me that she was infected, to some degree, by Marxist thinking. That we all were, myself included. We were raised in it, like a fish in water. It’s in academia, media, culture, and even lower education. The simple moral reset is a sort of brain hack – where otherwise intelligent individuals are somehow stymied from critical thinking by the right picture, the sob story media puff piece, the Palestinian actors (some who forget to stop moving in their body bags when the cameras pan over them).
The gullibility of regular folks, unable to parse that an unpleasant act in the immediate moment may indeed be the correct answer to a moral quandary in the same way medical triage prioritizes some patients over others, enables the Socialists to continue forward, their opposition caught in a Kafka trap. The Socialists are pushing through the ARVN again and again, melting resistance like a hot knife through ideological butter. Donald Trump’s election was indeed a great reversal for them, but that bought us 4 years? Maybe 8?
And 2 of them are already up.
Folks, I don’t know that America has another Hail Mary pass in her like the one we pulled in 2016. I want to believe it does, but damnit… people need to get over this moral trap bullshit. It’s followed us from French Indochina to the steps of the White House. It has pushed from Havana to Miami. Where it was booted out of Moscow, it has taken root throughout the Eurozone. And one wonders if Putin himself desires to resurrect the Soviet corpse. Even in Chile, the land of Pinochetian helicopters, Pinochet has now become reviled, his sins made into the worst thing ever. The sins of Socialists, far greater though they are, are glossed over as mere nothings. One wonders if, had Pinochet never taken power, Chile would look like Venezuela today.
Everywhere I look the Socialist enemy advances, and his chief weapon was the same a hundred years ago as it is today. It is always the moral argument – and a foolish one that people really shouldn’t fall for, and yet do, time and time again. Kill a million Communists, come home, and find the Communist on your television set, lamenting how evil you were for resisting him.
Hanoi Jane should have gone into a wood chipper upon her return. Instead South Vietnam went down the shitter. Batista was terrible, they told us, and so we could not oppose Castro because the optics were bad. That’s another way of saying the State Department was then (as now) infested with sympathetic Socialists playing the moral reset game. Keep the faith with Castro, they said. He’ll see the light – whatever that is.
In the book I Was Castro’s Prisoner, John Martino, an American caught up in the days of the revolution, was betrayed by his very own embassy staff, and left to rot in a Cuban prison. All because the timing was wrong, they said. To be clear: American officials told him to report back to the Cuban prison for political reasons after a sympathetic Cuban doctor helped him escape to the American embassy. John Martino – naive at the time – agreed under the condition they would negotiate his release the following day. That, naturally, never happened.
Do not Keep Faith. They. Will. Betray. Every fucking time. I don’t know how much more clear I can make it: DO NOT KEEP FAITH. John Martino should have followed the advice of the Cuban doctor and insisted he was staying in the embassy, and if they wanted him removed, they would have to do so by force. The optics of that would have looked bad even in the Socialist-infested State Department.
The Long March of Socialism continues. It has suffered reverses at various times – some of them severe – at our hands, but this has made them hate us more. And by our hands, at this point I mean anyone who doesn’t want to see the world fall into darkness and tyranny; anyone opposed to this Communist crap. I am not choosy about my allies, so long as the thought of Hanoi Jane disappearing out of a chopper somewhere over the Atlantic gives them shivers of joy.
This is why, despite the fact that I was never much of a fan of Trump at any kind of personal level, I was did not fall into NeverTrump stupidity. Donald Trump may have a myriad of flaws, but he fights, and he has made his stance against Socialism clear. NeverTrumpers stupidly kept the faith with the Left again. Stop doing this, for the love of all that is Holy it DOES NOT WORK. We no longer have the luxury of picking perfect, upstanding, flawless men to fight this battle. We’re against the wall. If we don’t fight now, at the very end, we’ll die against that wall. Anybody who wants to fight gets a weapon and gets his chance to dive into the fray. If Trump isn’t nice, well then I don’t care. He gets his pitchfork to stick the Socialist shitstains if he wants it.
I don’t want to be nice to them. My Cuban in-laws lost their country. My Vietnamese friend lost hers. I have a friend in Venezuela, trying to flee that place… and for him, the result is likely to be the same. That’s us if we don’t stop this madness, folks. Kurt Schlichter is fond of telling us that the other side hates us. They do. They want us dead, and they lack the patience of their Fabian Socialist forebears. You think, after they gain power, that we’ll be around much longer? Look all around, everywhere, and you see that this is it. We live in the time when fighting Socialism or bending the knee to Socialism are the only two viable options.
My knees are not so good anymore. I don’t like bending them. It’s uncomfortable. In any event, the American knee does not bend easily, or naturally, in the service of tyrants. I’d rather fight. That’s my decision. So I don’t Keep Faith with Socialists anymore. Never again. This shit has to stop. We’re the last line of defense.
What’s your decision? Unlike my wife’s family, there will be nowhere for us if America falls. There will be no helicopters over Saigon to evacuate us to friendly territory. So either bend the knee or take up the pitchforks. Make your decision. If you choose the latter, stop listening to their moral preening. It’s all a bunch of bullshit designed to con you into hitting Keep Faith one more time.
That’s all it ever was. That’s all it ever will be.