From the time I was a boy growing up among the farms and fields west of Massillon, Ohio, I looked forward to this week every year. It’s when The Ohio State University Buckeyes would line up against “That Team Up North” in what’s become known, simply, as “The Game.”
More than five dozen of those November Saturdays left me with a store of memories and many more wins than losses (and only two sister-kissers). I attended The Game in The ‘Shoe many times. I’m glad I got to share a bunch of them with Deb.
I’m just not into it anymore. Sports aren’t that important to me these days, and The Game is a casualty of my general disinterest. I’ve talked about all the reasons why here on Ubi Libertas Blog. I’ll spare you the re-hash.
But I don’t want to leave you today with any misunderstanding. Just because I’ve moved to Ozarkansas, even though I didn’t litter the blog this week with mentions and my social-media page with memes, never doubt my loyalty — now and forever, I bleed Scarlet and Gray.
This afternoon, for the second straight year but only the fourth time this century, the Buckeyes lost The Game. I didn’t watch the contest, but I’ve heard it was an embarrassing defeat.
I care less about that than you may think, a lot less than I ever expected. The outcome has absolutely no effect on my life, which goes on — sweetly.
And ❌ichigan still sucks.
“The idea that we still allow semi-automatic weapons to be purchased is sick. It’s just sick. It has no social redeeming value. Zero. None. Not a single, solitary rationale for it except profit for the gun manufacturers. … I’m gonna try to get rid of ‘assault weapons.'”Doctor Dementia, on Thursday in Nantucket (rhymes with “suck it”)
It’s been almost three years since the current occupant of the Oval Office, during a campaign stop in Michigan, showed us his un-American ass. A blue-collar worker in a hard hat summoned the balls to confront the then-candidate with The Truth — “You are actively trying to infringe our Second Amendment right to keep and bear arms.”
This was before Daffy’s meds stopped controlling his raging dementia, before his handlers locked him in a basement until a rigged system could hand him the title he now holds (and doesn’t deserve). He answered the worker’s challenge with his bizarre “Scranton Joe” act, displaying all the bravado of a coward surrounded by heavily armed security.
“You’re full of shit!” yapped the creepy candidate. “Don’t tell me that, pal, or I’m gonna go outside with your ass.”
“You’re working for me, man!” the worker replied. Scranton Joe shot back, “I’m not working for you! Don’t be a horse’s ass.”
That exchange in March of 2020 is worth revisiting often, because it fixes our position. It reminds us where we are. It crystallizes the hateful, anti-American essence of the man, his cabal and his party.
These are The Ruling Elite, the know-betters, the greater-good crowd. Democrats and other progressives stumbled into a dream scenario — a feeble old failure desperate for a legacy, a barely animated shell they can drug up, prop up and fill up, all to achieve the unmaking of America.
So when we hear Doctor Dementia, from his holiday hide on Nantucket (rhymes with “suck it”), mumble his derision of essential Liberty, we shouldn’t be surprised. We can’t be. He’s been an enemy of Liberty — and, by extension, an enemy of the People — his entire misbegotten political career.
His minders are far worse than that.
It also shouldn’t surprise us when the Left ultimately gets its way. The political Right is, overall, weak and unprincipled, too fearful to preserve Liberty in Law. You and I have few friends in power, and those we do have no longer represent a force large enough to resist the assault, much less defend a Constitution or restore a country.
And so it’s left to Patriots. No one is coming.
It’s up to us.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.