It’s Day 229 of the Ohio Shutdown and Day 165 of The Everything-Is-Racist Expo.
Deb and I are doing well.
News networks have started lining up and declaring the 46th president. Daffy McHairsniffer is said to be planning a prime-time “victory” address this evening. Trump reportedly won’t concede and, in light of how the expected result came about, he shouldn’t.
Some of you are celebrating. I strongly suggest that you don’t celebrate around Deb and me.
Virtually every talking head is prattling, “It’s time for us to come together as Americans.” I just heard a former White House press secretary say, “I’m an American before I’m a Republican or a Trump voter, so….”
Oh, kiss my ass.
If we came together today as true Americans, we’d drive Daffy and HeelsUp out of government and into permanent exile. If we’d come together on Tuesday as true Americans there would’ve been zero chance of electing anti-American presidents (plural intentional) like the pair we’ll presumably get in January.
But don’t hold your breath waiting for me to say that Daffy — or Chuckles the Hooker, when she inevitably succeeds him — is “not my president.” That’s pointless and hollow.
I’ll accept the result as the immovable object it is. And I’ll acknowledge the title that goes with the office. There’s a big difference, however, between accepting an electoral outcome and recognizing the authority brandished by the “winner” of this election.
Presented with a choice between the authority of the Constitution of the United States and the fundamental transformation promised by the 44th president and now surely threatened by the presumptive 46th and 47th, I choose the Constitution.
After the 2008 presidential election, I recall Rush Limbaugh saying that he’d received “a request…from a major American print publication.” It read,
“If you could send us 400 words on your hope for the Obama presidency….”
Limbaugh’s reply was as proper as it was classic.
“Okay, I’ll send you a response — but I don’t need 400 words. I need four: ‘I hope he fails.’“
That sums up precisely where I stand right now — I hope they fail.
If you’re tempted to scold me for saying that, insinuating that I’m rooting for America itself to fail, either you don’t understand America or you’re a willing accomplice to its destruction. In point of fact, America will survive only if Daffy, Chuckles and their agenda fail — and fail miserably.
As an American, I will fight to make sure they do.
If you’re worth a damn, you will, too.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.