It’s Day 308 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve and Day 68 of Ohio’s 21-day WuFlu Curfew.
Deb and I are fine.
Over the last 24 hours I’ve been assaulting my Facebook friends with my Photoshop skills, such as they are, posting a string of original Crazy-Bernie-in-Mittens memes. I’m not immune to every trend, and as steadfastly as I avoid groupthink, this sounded like fun.
I needed something fun.
I tend to use social media differently than most folks. I’m not much for passing along links and memes on my pages, and especially by way of private messages. I’ll do it now and then, but I don’t fancy myself a conduit. I rely on friends and associates to pick their own sources of news, intel and amusement.
Since you’re reading this, maybe that means you’ve chosen Ubi Libertas blog as one of your sources. If so, I’m humbled — and I hope you made that choice because you can come to this space for perspective, whether you agree with it or not.
This isn’t a news site. It’s not a clearinghouse. Although it advocates for Liberty, Founding Principles and unapologetic Americanism, it’s not an Internet echo chamber, either.
If you’ve been paying attention, you know that.
In the context of current events and personal experience, informed by the wisdom of others, I share my thoughts — what I know for sure and what makes me wonder, what stokes my ire and what brings me joy. And I do my damnedest to jar born-free citizens into living their best American Life.
Either that matters to you or it doesn’t. You’re here, so perhaps it’s of value to you. I’m grateful for your attention.
We were warned during the 2020 presidential campaign, by Trump and others, that a Daffy-Chuckles administration would be a “Trojan horse” for the anti-American Left. Back in July I referred to it as a “pirate ship,” observing that the modern Democrat Party comprises “scoundrels bent on destruction and larceny.”
Well, boys and girls, welcome to 2021. We told you so.
Daffy was installed just five days ago, and in that short time he’s killed tens of thousands of jobs and he’s killed women’s sports. He’s begun to cripple America’s energy independence and he gave the green light to millions of illegals-to-be.
He breathed life into a gasping Entitlement State, propped-up federal labor unions and whipped-up mask hysteria. He primed the pump for a $15 minimum wage, formally turbocharged the Identity Machine and officially torpedoed the teaching of American heritage.
He’s violated everything from the Constitution to his own campaign promises. And reportedly he’s just gettin’ warmed up.
We told you so.
Our fury is rightly directed at Daffy, but let’s get real about this — he’s being handed a stack of orders to sign. He didn’t choose them. He didn’t compose them. He’s not choreographing what he signs and when.
Daffy McHairsniffer is a tool, the proverbial “empty vessel.” The campaign promises he’s keeping now were made to the crew of that pirate ship, in return for ending his 32 years of failed bids for the Oval Office. It’s their payoff and his obligation.
His 2020 campaign was an unqualified disaster, naturally, just like the others. There was no way he could win (and, in my opinion, there’s no way he did). Enter the scoundrels, the mercenaries, the anti-American cabal, and shazam — President Daffy.
He gets the title. They get the power.
America pays the price.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
(Happiness is a warm bolt-action on a cold day — today’s header image is from a trip to the range not long ago, zeroing what my father used to call a “Thirty Government.”)