Aesop has a little something to say in response to last night’s response to Sefton’s response to…well, you get the idea.
Having people, anyone, even those firmly on our side, calling for “MOAR ELECTIONS! VOTE HARDERER!!” is like watching a Spelling Bee at the Special Olympics, with the soundtrack provided by Retarded Kids’ Nails On A Chalkboard.
WHAT THE BLISTERING HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE BEFORE PEOPLE UNFUCK THEMSELVES, SMELL THE COFFEE, AND WAKE THE FUCK UP?!?!?
Asking for 100,000,000 friends and neighbors.
Well, not so long ago I figured it would be gun-banning and -confiscation that was going to do it. After further reflection, I can to believe that the spark that would finally set off the powder keg was more likely to be widespread hunger. Currently, it feels to me more like (Not)Vaxx mandates, passports, and “Green Zone” camps will be the long-anticipated Final Straw. Honestly, though, we’re all deeply into SWAG territory at this point, where the flip of aa coin is about as likely to provide the correct answer as I am, or anybody else for that matter.
We tried the bloodless ballot-box revolution, so beloved of this nation the entirety of the time we were an actual constitutional republic. Now, however, we are manifestly neither of those things.
The other side decided the time had come, finally, to preclude that option. You think they’re going to give you a second chance on that, EVER?
The Other Side made the choice to end honest elections. On their heads be the consequences. Or hopefully, around their necks. And once a nation crosses that Rubicon, there is no other way out of what follows.
The only way this nightmare ends, EVER, is with rivers of blood, and mountains of skulls.
Ours. Or Theirs.
I vote for Theirs. I’m sentimental like that.
Seconded, with gusto, right down to the last syllable of it.
That said, though, I feel I ought to to offer a small caveat to all and sundry. To wit: NONE of us should ever make the mistake of assuming he has gleaned full and certain knowledge concerning what another of us is doing, is not doing, or might soon be doing, merely from reading a blog post.
Speaking strictly for myself here, although I resolved from the long-ago day this humble blog declared itself open for business that I was going to be completely candid and truthful in everything I wrote here, that commitment nonetheless does NOT mean that my every last opinion, idea, or deed will be chronicled on CF. In these days of Fedposters (or, as Expat hilariously dubs such vermin, “Glow-niggers”) skulking about everywhere—a time when every one of us is also under constant physical surveillance, being recorded, tracked, and logged under the ever-watchful Eye of Sauron every minute of our day—it is at best tactically unwise to helpfully provide The Enemy with any scrap of intel on your movements and activities he hasn’t already hoovered up.
CF Lifers probably feel as if, after years of choking down the swill dished out hereabouts, they know me pretty well. They’re not entirely wrong about that—but no, they don’t know EVERYTHING about me. They can’t, if for no other reason than that “everything” isn’t posted here, and in fact couldn’t possibly be. Even if I did want to put it all up for public perusal and discussion (which I assure you I do NOT), fact is that “everything” is just way too big to fit on a blog, no matter how comprehensive, ambitious, and/or narcissistic a blog it is.
Assuming you have full knowledge of what actions anyone is, has, or will be taking based only on a blogwriter’s posts is, as I said, a mistake—a damned stupid one at that, since the perpetrator could easily have avoided making it via the simple expedient of a moment’s careful thought. The mistake is compounded by its utter uselessness for our side, moreso by the potential usefulness it offers to our adversary, and most of all by one simple truth: thath
Especially in the blogosphere, especially in these increasingly parlous times, none of us can afford to be careless about the information we put out there for anyone with an internet connection to discover. Being too cavalier, too inattentive, too profligate with accurate, detailed intel on what you’re up to awards a tangible and quite valuable advantage to an enemy that is already well ahead on that score. Believe me, The Enemy needs no assistance whatever from you. So don’t give him any.
Much as it pains me to say, it’s time for us to consider what we’re willing to publicly say, how we say it, and above all, who’s listening in. No, I’m not advocating harsh self-censorship, exactly. Neither am I suggesting we all start taking counsel of our fears, mellowing our rhetoric, or God forbid, standing down altogether and just accepting defeat. We absolutely must remain open, forthright, and bold in both word and deed, now more than ever before.
But these times also require that we be realistic, wily, and fully awake to both the risks we run and the capabilities of our enemy. Things are escalating rapidly, the stakes getting higher, the situation becoming so fluid and unpredictable it’s ever more difficult to accurately assess. This is the time to be smart about all this, to be frank with ourselves about the approaching confrontation. It is assuredly NOT the time to be hanging any targets on our own backs out of impatience or inattention. Let’s none of us be showing The Enemy any more of our cards from here on out. If he is to gain the final victory over us, then let’s by God make damned sure he has to earn it—and that the price of victory is painfully exorbitant.
Literally, physically painful, I mean.