Socialism: the zombie ideology that, apparently, cannot be killed.
Here’s the thing, and I’ve said it before, but I’m not worried about socialism because I’ll never live in a socialist America. It either will not happen, or it will happen after I and millions of others are dead fighting for the Constitution. So, this is really not my problem, but a problem for the millennials who would have to live with it. Sadly, a lot of millennials are – how do I put this delicately? – really stupid and eager to create a system that empowers aspiring lil’ kommisars to bully the Normals.
Wait, first we need to define “socialism,” because there seems to be a lot of confusion about what socialism is among the young people supporting it. “Socialism” is defined as “socialism.” You have probably seen on social media where smug dorks in knit caps post memes about how, “If you support having roads and armies, you support socialism!” Okay, if every kind of government has roads and armies, then roads and armies are not an attribute of a socialist government in particular but of government in general. This kind of soft thinking is the sad result of too many years spent watching The Daily Show, which offers its audience such pseudo-smart insights designed to blow the minds of credulous sophomores.
Along with certain other shows hosted by asshole blowhards and watched by hooting, gibbering, brain-dead baboons.
Socialism here in America? No thanks. Not interested. And by “not interested,” I literally mean that I’d fight to the death to prevent you psychos from trashing the Constitution to impose a socialist regime here in America. And I’m not alone. I bet a bunch of you are down for the flag too. So millennial socialist twerps, keep running your vape holes about change and progress and all that stuff, but if you really want a revolution, you better put down your iPhones and learn how to shoot.
Ahh, but that’s why they’ve done it incrementally, see—not with the abrupt, loud clash of violent Marxist revolution, but quietly, subtly, one baby step at a time. They’ve been patiently, steadily drawing the lines of soft collectivist tyranny closer and closer around us since FDR at least, inch by careful inch. We say we’d fight them, literally fight them, rather than submit to socialism, but would we really? At best, nobody seems to know where to draw the all-important “this far, no farther” line beyond which there will be blood. At worst, we’re big talkers who much prefer the comfort and stability of the crumbs Lefty tosses us to the inconvenience and terrifying risk of taking a stand. Which, of course, is certainly sensible enough. Meanwhile, the frog in his pot takes no notice as the temperature of the water increases.
Might it be federal meddling with the health care system? Hate to tell ya, but that’s been the case since 1965 if not before, when Medicare was first established. Obamacare was just barely shy of an actual outright takeover, and still we slept. The Tea Party movement was a worthy effort in response to O-care among other things. It was destroyed by a joint Deep State Uniparty effort, in part via the IRS’s shady, clandestine campaign against them—a campaign we all know about now, mind. So did we bring out the tar, feathers, torches, and pitchforks even after that clearly criminal, un-American outrage came to light? Ask Lois Lerner about that, as he enjoys the benefits of her full pension secure in the knowledge that she’ll never face any consequences for her Obama-endorsed skullduggery and malfeasance.
Would it be the violation of our 2A rights, then? Umm, sorry and all, but there are tens of thousands of restrictions on the supposedly “unalienable” right to keep and bear arms, both state and federal. Like I always say, any “right” whose exercise requires a permission slip from the Goobermint—and a background check, and fingerprinting, and a waiting period, and limits on what type and how many weapons and magazines and/or accessories you’ll be allowed to purchase, and etc, etc, etc—is not a right at all, and be damned to what the Founders had to say on the matter. It’s a privilege. And privileges can always be revoked at the whim of the officials in charge of granting them.
I could go on and on (and have) about the hollow blah-de-blah to which the 4th, the 5th, the 9th, and the 10th Amendments have all been reduced, but you get the idea. More and perhaps worse, we’re currently witnessing the slow collapse of a very real, years-long conspiracy to attempt, first, the rigging of an election, then the dishonest and illegal removal of the duly-elected President when the first effort failed—all of it supported by the very flimsiest of pretexts. So it would seem that, if what we’re supposed to be fighting for here is the Constitution and legitimate government, we’re WAAAAY late to the party. Too late, I strongly suspect. The water in the pot is beginning to come to a boil. But still the frog slumbers.
On the evidence so far, we lack the resolve and ruthlessness to fight back. We seem to be unaware or in denial that there’s a war already being waged against us. The Left is hindered by no such lack. They will work tirelessly, to the very last breath of the very last man, in defiance of all odds, to any extreme they’re allowed to get away with, to realize their eternal ambition of bringing us fully to heel—of the “fundamental transformation” of America into, yes, a socialist nation.
Far better if the frog had awakened a very long time ago, way back when the Left’s sinister ambitions first became apparent. It would have averted much strife, suffering, and destruction. Sadly, though, he didn’t; he allowed himself to be placed in the pot instead.
And still—even yet, after all this—he slumbers.
Now, I could be wrong in my assessment of just how much shit your average American Olaf will eat, I admit. Could be I ain’t giving him enough credit. I’m an old fart in the closing stretch of fading away, after all, creaky and nothing like as physically robust as I’d prefer. I’m not getting better, I’m getting older. Optimism isn’t my natural state; as the old joke says, I’m getting to the point where I don’t even buy green bananas anymore. Aesop, bless his coal-black heart, has a slightly different idea:
There is intended to be a Civil War. The Leftards openly fantasize this, as they see themselves as swooping in to repeat another victory.
Except this time the South is every white person, everywhere.
(They think they’ll get over because they “identify” as gay black women. It won’t work any better for them than for the frog giving the scorpion a ride.)
But “we” (D. apparently has a mouse in his pocket) won’t be stopping it, because “we” didn’t start it, don’t control the narrative, and have neither the will nor inclination to prevent gravity from working.
The chimp-out under plan is being ginned up per protocol, exactly as thousands of smaller versions have, with a monotonous cadence of hoax crimes, all beating the drum inexorably to fan the flames and direct the muster of exactly the CW intended.
The surprise will be when (and if) it comes calling.
On Day One, predictably to a mathematical certainty, they run out of cops, after two or perhaps three volleys. The cops already know this to a man, hence the distinct lack of vigor to go about it in the first place.
If no learning occurs prior, on Day Two, The Culling begins in earnest.
Instructive, at this point, is the Flight 93 Effect: i.e. in this day and age, you’ve got about half an hour’s free reign to hatch your Clever Plan, and after that, the so-called Sheeple, having been red-pilled to the New Reality, will come at you, if necessary with bread knives and rolled up magazines. And then you and your Clever Plan are over.
The problem for the Leftards is that Joe Average can do much better, on thirty minutes’ notice, than bread knives and rolled up magazines, unless he’s trapped in an aluminum tube at 40k’.
It will be ARs and Glocks and such, until all obvious targets have either changed shape, caught fire, or bled out.
Then, the survivors (and pure odds overwhelmingly favors one side, and that side is not The Diversity) will look to who started it, and The Hunt will begin in earnest.
By Friday, people will be rounded up in batches, and shot against the handiest wall, and it likely won’t end until Rush Limbaugh is considered the most Liberal Man in America.
While I do lament the initiaton of the process that brings it about, hey, I’m a-okay with that outcome.