It’s all one way—the WRONG way.
The momentum in this nation is toward collectivism, toward Islamisation, toward obliteration and perhaps even genocide. These were once buzzwords of alarmism; today they are recognition of fact openly avowed and promoted in some circles.
You can defend yourself, hunker down against the roving bands of marauders, the government goons, the tax collectors and the politically correct, but in order to effect change, to address the crisis of culture and the republic, you have to get out into the street. This is the truth and will remain so until you do, or do not. I have been banging this drum for a long time. I have led efforts on the streets of D.C. and owing to my lack of leadership, I was largely alone. I have endured criticism for the stupidity of this point of view. But, it is still true. It is true in France, Hungary and even places like Armenia and Iran. Britain will soon be forced to recognize this truth if they expect to break free of the EU.
Globalism is slavery and the national systems that exist around the world are weighted toward globalism. Globalists have put a lot of money into the police state, forcing globalism on the world to wipe away nationalism. They have financed the drive toward migration to destroy nationalism, to enforce Islamism which is eminently compatible with slavery and paternalism. Only rabid nationalism with an active populace can reverse the trend toward globalism and the slavery it requires.
Of course, Americans will wait for some calamity, some moment in time to make their move, but one thing is absolutely true: There will never be another free national election held in America. The weakness of voting laws was shown in neon bright lights and it led to nothing. Outright theft of elections was not enough. As we wonder “What will it finally take?” we sit silently polishing our weapons instead of lacing up our boots.
However sad and depressing, it’s understandable, really. Nobody wants to die alone, going down on their very doorstep in a hail of gunfire, for nothing: falling one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle, as the saying goes.