It’s Day 294 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve and Day 54 of Ohio’s 21-day WuFlu Curfew.
Deb and I had a great weekend. Chuggin’ along.
Ten-plus years before launching Ubi Libertas I had another blog, ultimately closing it down back in 2012. Its life spanned a couple of presidential campaigns, or most of them, anyway. I wasn’t what you’d call thrilled with the 2008 GOP ticket — neither the nominee nor his running mate struck me as the kind of leadership America needed.
So on any given day you could count on me to wax cranky about one or the other of them (or both). On a Thursday night less than a month before they lost the election, Sarah Palin spoke at a private fundraiser in Greensboro, North Carolina, and said this:
“The best of America is in the small towns that we get to visit, and in the wonderful little pockets of what I call the real America, being here with all of you hard-working, very patriotic, very pro-America areas of this great nation. This is where we find the kindness and the goodness and the courage of everyday Americans.”
Well, by god, I took her to task in my blog for her divisive, provincial attitude. Since that day, however, I’ve discovered something.
Sarah Palin was right.
I had all the personal experience I needed, 51 years’ worth, to know that back then. And my principles, though more focused now, haven’t changed. But somehow I was compelled to call her out for rhetoric that divided America into “little pockets.”
As my values sharpened, I learned that division is good. Division is natural. Division is, in fact, necessary.
Division just is.
The littlest pocket of “the real America,” the smallest province of sovereignty and Liberty, is the individual — in that way, we can say that “the best of America” can and does reside all over this country. But like minds gather, values coalesce where they’re celebrated and the traditions that Make America Great can be found most reliably in small towns, quiet old cities and throughout the Heartland.
Put another way? Flyover country.
In years past, when I’ve had the good fortune to travel the land, I’ve sought out those places. Deb and I still do that. Second Chance Ranch, I’m pleased to say, is situated in one of Palin’s “wonderful little pockets.”
Believe it or not, this kind of natural division has nothing to do with partisanship, necessarily, or even politics generally. Nor is it a wish for some sort of homogenous culture. Variety, of all kinds, happens when we leave it alone.
But I’ll tell you what — you couldn’t pay me enough to live in 21st Century Urban America. I absolutely despise big cities, and they’ve made it clear that they hate me right back. I avoid driving into or even through them unless absolutely necessary.
Give me a small town, a farming community, rural countryside somewhere in the Heartland — one of those “little pockets” of “real America” suits me just fine.
The clock is ticking down on the Trump presidency. Democrats and complicit RINOs, cheered on by a hysterical media narrative, are scrambling desperately to take one last shot at this president — demanding he resign, trying to achieve critical mass to invoke the 25th Amendment, promising impeachment, trial and removal before the end of his term.
Their accusatory talking points center around one very loaded word: insurrection.
I chuckle every time I hear some assclown say “insurrection” with a straight face, because it shows me that they haven’t the slightest idea what insurrection is.
Clearly, none of this is productive. And no matter what the pundits say, it’s not political. This is purely punitive, and not just to punish Trump.
Democrats and their allies mean to put the wood to us. Expect it to continue, too, for the foreseeable future, long after Trump leaves Washington.
Remember how the Left has mocked and spewed bile about us for the last five years? Well, now they’re in power, for damn real, and we’re about to see their hatred of traditional Americans on full institutional display.
It seems to me that this is an exceedingly dangerous game they’re playing. I don’t think they realize just how dangerous.
You and I will be fine. Oh, we’ll come under pressure. I expect we’ll face challenges. But we’re true Americans, a People of principle. We won’t be driven into submission. We won’t bow to The Party.
When our resolve becomes intolerable to The Party, our country will reach a pitch it’s never heard before. And when that time comes, you damned well better know where you stand, because that’s where you’ll fight.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.