To stand—or to take a knee, forever.
Life will never return to the ‘normal’ that existed as we welcomed in the New Year on January 1, 2020. Never. Is this difficult? Absolutely. But because of the virus or the economy or the intolerance, events have brought us truly to a point of massive change, one way or another. Will 2020 be the year the silent majority is no longer silent, but now emerges with a roar? Will it be the year when we finally wake up and realize that enough is enough? Or will it be the year that we watch the final death throes of life as we knew it? Life that will become one big autonomous zone of freedom where you have to be searched, follow all rules, give up any means of self defense, submit all possessions for the good of all, and face violent, physical consequences to the point of death if you do not comply. Sounds like the summer of love, doesn’t it? What do you choose? Regardless of what we choose, it is probably too late. Events have been set in motion by a well organized group that has been planning, training and implementing their destruction of our country from within. They are embedded deep within our governmental structure and have been for decades. Will the roar of the silent majority sound like more than a meow even if it is expressed at all?
Folks, it’s time. Time to choose which side you’re going to be on. Actively choose. If the rioters come to your town, your neighborhood, your door, what are you going to do? If you are not allowed to speak, work, shop, vote, etc. What are you going to do? There are some locations that are starting to reimpose restrictions because of the virus. It will be the death of the economy, the country and the world if there is another massive shutdown. Impossible. I don’t know if we will make it to the election. Even if we do, regardless of the outcome, regardless of who wins, I think there are those that are highly organized that are bound and determined to burn down the country and leave it in the ashes. Those that cry the loudest about oppression and the unfairness of it all, will be some of the most brutal dictators in history if they are allowed to gain the power to control our country and the world.
It’s time to choose. When The Man comes around to your location, to collect your food, your guns, your fealty…..what are you going to do?
We as a people, our side if you want to call it that, has been accepting of too much for too long. When they decided it was okay to kill babies and it became law, even though we thought it was murder, we honored others right to choose. When they implemented searches in airports before boarding a plane “for our safety” we accepted it. Even when it grew to the point of groping genitals and strip searches. Even when they insisted on physically groping the elderly in wheelchairs and nuns. But not women in burkas, we can’t have that now can we?
We accepted, we respected, the rights of others. But what happens when you appease and appease and appease. What happens to a dog that has no structure, no boundaries, no limitations? It becomes more and more aggressive in it’s demands to be fed, it’s demands for freedom, to wantonly destroy or pursue anything that comes within it’s realm. Then when that is not enough, it invades any territory it comes upon and makes it’s demands known. You will do as I want or I will hurt you. I will kill you.
When you find yourself with a rabid dog on your hands, there’s only one thing to do, albeit reluctantly. You don’t want to do it. You hate to have to, you truly do. But in the end, it’s either you or the dog. However many good years you may have had together, however much you may love him, however heartbreaking it all is, it all doesn’t matter. He has become a serious threat to you and yours, and as unpleasant as it is, that threat must be ended.
You can’t reason with a mad dog. You can’t coexist with him, neither can you cure him or adjust your own lifestyle to accomodate his affliction.
You must put the damned dog down.
And…well, here we all are.