We’re told that the current occupant of the Oval Office will deliver a so-called “prime-time address” Thursday evening. The speech, according to his handlers, will focus on “the continued battle for the soul of the nation.”
That’s pretty rich, now, isn’t it? I mean, Doctor Dementia is anything but ready for “prime time,” and he’s the epitome of a soulless Democrat.
Spoiler alert — it’ll be an unabashedly political speech and decidedly “un-presidential.” He’ll paint Republicans as enemies of “democracy” (the progressive agenda, that is). But hey, if you want to turn the occasion into a drinking game, do a shot every time he says “MAGA.”
If he says “extreme MAGA,” do two.
Afterward, tune into your favorite right-leaning news outlet. There you’ll find unanimous criticism of Daffy McHairsniffer for breaking his inaugural promise to “unify” the country (as if any American with a brain actually believed that).
I, for one, welcome this speech — the more of that, as far as I’m concerned, the better it is for America. I want progressives to show us who they are, to divide, to marginalize, to force the choice between their agenda and the nation’s future.
Sure, he’ll identify the enemy. It’s just the opposite of who he says it is. Conduct yourself accordingly — not only on Election Day this November, but every day.
I also want to share something ol’ Daffy McHairsniffer said yesterday in Pennsylvania. I expect it to infuriate a great many readers of Ubi Libertas Blog, and (if you’re worth a damn) it should. Ready or not, here it is:
“For those ‘brave’ right-wing Americans who say [the Second Amendment] is all about keeping America independent and safe, if you want to fight against the country, you need an F-15. You need something more than a gun.”
He lobbed that rhetorical grenade with a tone of unmistakable derision, mocking the Constitution he’s sworn to uphold. When he said “fight against the country,” he made it clear that he doesn’t understand the difference between America and its government. His words — and his actions — confirm (yet again) that he and his progressive cabal hate us. They hate Liberty.
They hate America.
It’s worth noting that this comes on the anniversary of an awful event that most Americans have forgotten. Well, I remember — the siege of Ruby Ridge ended 30 years ago today.
“This is a friendly reminder,” says the popular meme, “that the government will kill your wife, your son and your dog just to enforce their gun laws.” (If the current occupant of the Oval Office has his way, maybe they’ll use an F-15.)
These are the enemies of Liberty. These are the tyrants the Founders warned us about.
This is why the Second Amendment exists. This is what sparked Revolution in 1775.
Their malice must be matched by our resolve.
Brother, I’ve spilled more on the barroom floorKendell Marvel / Chris Stapleton
than you’ve ever had.
So let me do my thing
and don’t tell me how to drink.
Full disclosure — I couldn’t come up with a way to describe what we did yesterday that’d make it sound remotely interesting. I tried. It just wasn’t the kind of day that lends itself to riveting commentary.
After a foggy start to the day, we stopped at Home Depot to return something we’d bought last week. We had lunch at the Ranch House Restaurant — which was delicious, of course — and we hit the vape shop next door for batteries and juice. Then we dropped by the Polaris dealer to check out its new location (great facility) and to pick up oil and coolant for the Ranger. We visited the Ford dealer out on the bypass to chat with the young man who’d sold us our Wrangler last year.
Driving into the Harrison business district, we parked on the town square and browsed the shops — the first time we’d done that in all these months. Deb bought a pair of sneakers. We spent time at the official Harrison welcome center.
Lately I’ve been smoking cigars offered by our Texas neighbors, and I needed to replenish my supply so that I can return the favor. On our way back to the campground, we swung by a liquor store and I picked up a few nice Dominicans.
And that was our Tuesday, more or less. See what I mean?
It rained pretty hard here at the campground Monday night. The Mountain got quite a soaking as well, and we thought that might slow down excavation at the homesite. Sure enough, when we arrived today there was no work going on. the soft earth having impeded progress.
We’re not concerned. The ground will dry out quickly and the crew will resume soon.
We enjoyed the visit anyway. We saw signs that the backhoe was at work yesterday, at least for a while — more debris had been removed, and the spot where our shed will go was defined.
I couldn’t help noticing that a few strips of flagging tape we’d left there last November, their neon yellow now bleached white by the sun, fluttered from branches here and there.
A tasty meal at Laura’s Mexican Kitchen in Yellville capped the day. We’ll return to The Mountain this weekend.
One year ago today we began a three-day run toward Flathead Lake, coming to rest in a peaceful valley at Cardwell, Montana. And I had a milkshake made with whole milk, fresh huckleberries and Wilcoxson’s Huckleberry Ice Cream.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.