One thing that I am sure of, and which I can answer truthfully, is that whatever the contingencies that may arise here, wherever I am there will be no communism.
General Francisco Franco in a private conversation with the first Prime Minister of the Second Spanish Republic, Niceto Alcalá-Zamora.
Science Fiction writer Sarah Hoyt, who grew up in Portugal when it had a Communist interlude, nails it:
For decades, regardless of the party nominally in power, our polity had been in the hands of those who at best thought America was uncouth and needed reform and at worst hated us and wanted to bring us low among the nations of the world. Open borders, ever multiplying regulations that stopped our economy cold and sent jobs overseas, destructive welfare policies that actively made it punitive to stay together as a family. It goes on.
And in 2016, when they thought us softened enough, they brought out the full panoply of “socialist this” and “Marxist that.” Hillary’s running mate, for instance. And since then? The mask has come off yet further.
So we can either allow them to destroy this country, the last great place on Earth, or we can vote for whosoever opposes them. Even if the person is not what we wish.
For anyone in that frame of mind – and I think we have a majority of the country at this point – it doesn’t matter if Trump slept with a sex professional or if she blackmailed him under threat of talking about sleeping with him (remember, whores lie).
Heck, if he were found with a live boy and a dead girl at the same time, most of us would go, “not before breakfast” and keep on trucking on.
Because we’re desperate. Because a president who loves America is better than the one who hates it, and because the socialist/communist (remember the USSR called itself socialist. The difference is one of degree and the sort of fiddly proprietorship on paper stuff only they care about, just like only penguins care about penguin sex differences) madness is so strong in the Democrat party that anyone who opposes them is better than anyone they run.
Because the next Democrat president might be the last president of a free America, and then we will have to shoot our way out of socialism.
Which is why we don’t care about Stormy Daniels. We’re not even upset about this whole thing. We’re just baffled and wondering what is wrong with the heads of the Left.
Meanwhile, the Left thinks they’re turning us against Trump – let’s hope so. They’ll then underestimate how many votes to manufacture – or they’ll use this to make their fraud more plausible.
It is the second one that worries me.
There is a line in Romeo and Juliet when Romeo has sought poison to kill himself, and he’s heading for Juliet’s tomb, and the authorities try to stop him. With his back to the wall, nothing to lose, and seeking to kill himself, he says, “Tempt not a desperate man.”
The Left doesn’t get the desperation, or the degree of desperation most of us feel. Being as innocent of economics and history as a duck is of astronomy, they don’t get the grave peril the whole country stood and still stands in. They don’t understand that the world is not one of unicorns and rainbows.
Their pig ignorance of the world and their smug and stupid imagined superiority over the rest of us don’t allow them to know what they’re doing.
And what they’re doing is tap dancing on a powder keg and calling for more candles to properly illuminate the series.
Go here to read the rest. It used to be a truism of American politics that the two parties didn’t differ that much from each other, certainly by the standards of the rest of the world. That hasn’t been true for a while, and it is becoming less true by the day. Our political system is showing signs of breaking down, and if it does completely, bullets will take the place of ballots. One of the striking features of our first Civil War is the fact that almost all our political leadership never thought their political disagreements would end in war. When the war finally did come, almost everyone on each side initially thought that the other side would quickly toss in the towel and the war would be brief. One of the more ominous developments over the past few decades is how few Americans read history, and how few of those learn anything from it.
‘There is a Congressman, I believe from Alabama—I’ve forgotten where from—who said there would be no war, and he offered to wipe up all blood that would be shed with a pocket handkerchief. That was his prediction. I’ve always said, someone could get a Ph.D. By calculating how many pocket handkerchiefs it would take to wipe up all the blood that was shed. It would be many handkerchiefs.”