Now back on The Mountain six days, I feel like I’ve settled again into a routine. I don’t know why it took this long. My best guess is that I’ve been preoccupied with simply being here — experience overran action. And I’m quite comfortable with that.
Today, along with daily chores, I loaded up our accumulated trash and headed for the county transfer station. On my way out, I stopped to chat with a neighbor at the bottom of our road. We had a lot to catch up on, not the least of which was the condition of the road after last Wednesday’s deluge, so the conversation ranged all over the place. We talked quite a while.
After dropping off the garbage, I bought a half-dozen doughnuts and delivered them to Deb at work. I got to talking with her boss, who manages the branch, and we covered a lot of ground — business, politics, religion and more. It was the most time we’ve spent in conversation, unconstrained by his professional relationship with my wife.
I returned to The Mountain to find our neighbor and Deb’s cousin on their Kubotas, working hard to repair the road. I pulled up next to the cousin, he shut down his tractor, and we engaged in the longest conversation we’d had in many months.
In all, those three conversations consumed almost three hours. None of them was expected, planned or scripted. The engagement itself, cordial as well as candid, was its own reward.
I haven’t yet weighed-in on the current clusterfuck in the Democrat party. There’s not much to say, really. Doctor Dementia withdrew his candidacy, in dubious fashion, and then, as if the puppetmasters suddenly realized that they’d forgotten something, he “endorsed” Chuckles.
It’s the most transparently ludicrous scheme I’ve ever seen in American politics.
This is, without question, a bloodless coup d’etat — not a government coup, but a Uniparty coup. As Jack Posobiec said to Tucker Carlson earlier this week,
“He wasn’t removed because he’s unfit. He was removed because we found out.”
And the objective, lest we forget, has nothing to do with the country or the People. It’s about retaining Uniparty power and control.
Now, somehow, the presumptive Democrat nominee is the vapid VPOTUS (so-called and installed). She’s a fucking moron. No matter — the party machine immediately shifted into get-on-board mode, ignoring her well-documented unpopularity.
It’s become fashionable (on the Right) to point out that Democrat power brokers, through this coup, are exhibiting breathtakingly undemocratic behavior. I say that’s an interesting observation and a pathetic argument. It’s a punchline that doesn’t land.
Despite manufactured momentum, we have no idea if Chuckles will emerge from the convention as the nominee. (I still don’t rule out FLOTUS FO-FO.) She hasn’t named a running mate. (History informs us that it’ll be someone even less consequential, which is a frightening yet amusing prospect.)
What we should take from all this, I believe, is that nothing has changed. More to the point, nothing has changed that affects the work that true Americans must do.
Put your affairs in order, People. This is just the beginning.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB