Well, here we are, suffering through the last few days of a patently illicit, criminally anti-American ruling regime. The current occupant of the Oval Office and his cabal are thrashing and breaking shit on the way out, whatever they hadn’t destroyed already.
True Americans are holding their breath, waiting for Monday — the first legitimate inauguration of a US president in eight years.
The expectation, clearly, among right-thinking citizens, is that Trump will usher-in a Reagan-esque dawn of Americanism, exceptionalism and Liberty. The bastard child known as “DEI” will be banished from the land. Entitlement Culture will be replaced by meritocracy. Common sense and tradition will return, and reign.
Men will be admired again for their “toxic” masculinity. Women will be revered, their dignity guarded fiercely.
That’ll be great, won’t it? There’s something we have to keep in mind, though.
Trump won’t save America.
No man, no president, can repair in four years the damage done by progressives over the last four decades. Truth is, he’ll enjoy only two years of unified government — White House, Congress, Court — before a fickle electorate changes its collective mind (as history shows it will).
The Permanent State will not suddenly vanish. No matter the commitment of his cabinet secretaries, Trump won’t be able to clean house thoroughly enough, nor “drain the swamp” dry enough, to flush the liberal poison that’s unmaking America.
“Your government is run by a few kids who spent their college careers demanding safe spaces and complaining about insensitive Halloween costumes, and older drunken politicos waiting to die in office who are scared to death of them.”
Daniel Greenfield, from “Diversity Insurance”
No, Trump won’t save the country. He can’t.
That’s up to us.
I encourage you to look at this Trump presidency as a two- or four-year reprieve. It won’t be perfect. It will, however, give us the time and space we need to put our affairs in order before 2028, when The Left Strikes Back.
It’ll be brutal. Merciless. Vengeful. Be ready.
All of this assumes, of course, that Trump survives to the end of his term. The anti-American Left is gunning for him — literally. You know it’s true.
I’ll celebrate on Monday, that’s for sure. But I have no starry-eyed illusions about what lies beyond Inauguration Day.
My phone reminded me this morning that I was due to exercise generators and two-strokes tomorrow. That’s good timing, considering the four-day arctic blast coming Sunday. With clear decks today, however, I saw no reason not to get it out of the way sooner.
Exercising chainsaws and other gas-powered tools is a relatively active thing, while running generators is more passive — that is, there’s a lot of waiting around. In the interest of efficiency, then, I try not to be idle while the generators are idling.
Today I used that time to get our new cargo sled ready for service.
I rummaged through a spare-parts bin and came up with enough hardware to install lashing points on the sled’s gunwales. I’d hoped to find six eye bolts, but I wanted to work only with what I had on hand and had to settle for four.
I measured, marked, drilled quarter-inch holes in the soft plastic and installed the bolts. Flat washers and split-ring lock washers should keep them in place.
The nose of the sled already had two holes drilled for a towing yoke, though I had to enlarge them to accept the 3/8-inch arborist rope I’d be using. I cut a six-foot length of rope, fused the ends and threaded them through from the outside.
I slipped a flat washer over each end, then tied a “stopper knot” (a figure-eight, in this case) to keep the rope from pulling back through. On the outside, I used two zip-ties to lock those mounting points in place.
Notice, by the way, that those flat washers aren’t flat. The pre-drilled holes were in the middle of molded ribs, and I thought it’d be best if my washers followed the inside contour. I assembled a temporary tool from a carriage bolt and two nuts, which let me distort the washers just enough to fit.
The final step was fashoning the yoke’s “hitch” — a bight that’ll accommodate a clevis hook, a hitch pin, whatever. Finding the center of the rope, and satisfied with a three-inch bight, I secured it with a sort of “lashing.” Again, zip-ties did the trick.
I intended to cover my lashing with a length of bicycle inner tube (aka a “Ranger band”), but I couldn’t find my stash. For now, I wrapped it with Gorilla Tape.
And that was that. I believe it’ll work well, and it felt good to do the job with nothing but what I already had.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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