“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” (H.L. Mencken, 1919)
It’s Day 228 of the Ohio Shutdown (Day 236 of DeWine’s sabotage of the state’s bars and restaurants) and Day 164 of Racists Surfing On George Floyd’s Wake.
Deb and I are ok today. We spent several hours at her father’s house, filling a big-ass rented dumpster with trash and items that either a) we’re not keeping or b) didn’t sell at auction.
Keeping it in the proper perspective, it’s really not much considering what we started with. Still, practically speaking, it’s one hell of a lot of work. And we might just need another dumpster.
This post’s header photo captures a scene that was my workday home for almost five years. I was there for nearly four years the first time around and 11 months this time — until, that is, I was dismissed a week ago today, 115 days after the company did the same to Deb.
I don’t miss it one bit. Neither does she.
We know who we are. We also know who they are, perhaps better than anyone does or could.
Deb and I have had a great week, and it’ll only get better from here. The band’s back together.
Everyone’s watching the clock run out on this presidential election, and prospects of a second Trump term are dimming. He’s still fighting back, though, as he should, because there’s far more at stake here than who’ll be inaugurated in January.
That this election was rife with corruption and manipulation is patently obvious, from the permanent State to pollsters to the postal service to Big Tech. If you disagree, you’re either willfully ignorant or just plain dishonest, probably the kind of person who cheers the blocking of election observers.
The GOP establishment won’t join Trump’s fight — they remain silent, and no one should be surprised about that. But the president does have at least 70 million Americans on his side, and many of them aren’t taking this sitting down.
They’re in the streets.
If you’ve been paying attention, you know that doesn’t happen. Patriots don’t march. But there they are, marching and rallying. Peacefully, of course.
My leftist friends, you need to come to grips with the fact that you created this. All of it. You’re responsible for the Bitter Clingers, the Deplorables, the Boomer Rubes, the Chumps.
You bowed to The Mob, the looters, the cop killers. You celebrated the tearing down of statues and the destruction of small businesses. You celebrated the disrespect of warriors and the flag under which they fought and died.
Hell, you created Trump. Without your hatred of America and Americans, there wouldn’t’ve been a reason for Trump.
Is it any wonder now that the People you’ve disparaged for so long are hoisting The Black Flag?
You may well get your wish — a feeble, senile old man in the Oval Office, soon to be succeeded by a literal political prostitute.
You’re also about to reap what you’ve sown. We’re not going away.
You can make book on that.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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