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).

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