A bleak but frank assessment of where we now stand.
What do I owe to my country? Its central government is thoroughly and irredeemably corrupt. It is bankrupt both fiscally and morally. As of this writing, its judiciary has shown itself incapable of defending the Republic against the depredations of leftist rabble. The tentacles of its bureaucracy reach into the lives and wallets of the productive class “eating out the substance of the people” exactly as Jefferson warned. Yet still, with the stench of corruption and theft pervading the country, this government assumes my loyalty.
What, pray tell, has it done to deserve it? Mobs of the indoctrinated expect that we should all just “get over it” and “come together to heal” as if the gangrenous clot of necrotic tissue that is the political culture of this nation will ever heal. Our rulers, our media, and half our “countrymen” piss down our backs and still insist it’s raining. The fealty of helots is what the Lords of Washington expect. They will not get it from me.
The loyalty of free men is reserved for a government of equals, not an aristocracy of reptiles. The latter is what we suffer now. The former we once possessed, but it lies now in the dust of history. The outward form and function remain, but the spirit of liberty, which animated it, has gone. The ties by which free men bind themselves voluntarily to any form of government have long since been sundered by the actions of those who have chosen to rule rather than govern. I will not suffer those ties to become shackles.
Since my forbears bequeathed to me a form of government that no longer exists, I am released from further obligation to the abomination that has replaced it. My loyalty, like my liberty, belongs to me and me alone. It is mine to give or to withdraw as I see fit. I owe the rulers of this land nothing: not life, not liberty, not the pursuit of my own happiness. These things are mine from my first breath to my last gasp. They cannot be abrogated, regulated, or terminated by the denizens of a distant city who presume to know what is best for me. These…people (I do not have the words for the contempt I feel for them) have polluted our forms of government, destroying what they can, dismantling what they cannot.
Everywhere is grift and graft. They have taken nearly everything, yet they still want more. They want my body shackled, my spirit humbled, and my mind enslaved. They try to steal the very breath from my body with their filthy rags. They have trampled upon my God-given rights, indoctrinated my children, accused me, threatened me, and silenced me. Now they have stolen even my choice from me. This government and its leftist appendages have betrayed my trust and half my fellow citizens treat me and mine with undisguised contempt. My loyalty to them and to their government is at an end.
For my own part, I can only add that the Usurper Biden is not my president, and he never will be. And Amerika v2.0 is not my country. He closes with an appropriately humble examination of some of the unknowns.
I do not think I lack personal courage, but the simple fact is that I know what I do not know, and anyone who has not been in a fight like the one coming can say no different. Any man who claims a virtue not yet tested by the fight we face is a liar and a fool. As a young man, I would have welcomed the test. Now, decades on, I ponder the depth of my commitment, the strength of my arm, and the clearness of my mind. Is the man I am now fit for the fight? Only the fight itself will reveal the truth of it. I simply do not know how I will behave when the shooting starts and to claim otherwise is the height of hubris. At the least, I hope that this old man will give good account for blessings received while on this good earth.
No good thing ever achieved by man remains unsullied by the grasping hands of those who seek to exploit it. So it is with these United States. Time, trials, the certainties of fallen human nature, and the machinations of the unprincipled have accomplished what they always accomplish. This nation will crumble and the ensuing chaos will engulf us all to one degree or another. Something good, either a restoration of the old or the institution of the new, will rise from the blood and ashes. I pray that I do not love this life so much that I would live it as a slave or be unwilling to expend it for the sake of those to come. That, at least, is my hope.
Amen, brother. No matter how diligently we may try to suss it all out, the fact is that NO ONE has the vaguest idea what lies ahead. We’re walking on uncharted ground now, trapped in a singularly bewildering place and time that overwhelm all human ability to map or anticipate, with no historical precedent to serve as our guide.
Incredibly enough, I only just realized that I didn’t already have the Burning Platform blogrolled, even though I’ve linked and excerpted from there many times over the years. So I fixed it.
Update! Requiem for a murdered nation.
Let’s keep things simple, shall we.
We are facing the end of the Republic. It is easily argued that it already expired, the point being that now we face a deep state coup, massive election fraud, huge corruption, an attempted Marxist takeover, and foreign control from China.
Democrats are traitors to the Republic. Republicans are not much better. The rule of law is dead: nothing that Trump has attempted to do has been done. He is surrounded by the deep state. The three letter agencies (of which so many of you are so afraid) have sold out to the dark side. They are part of the deep state.
Many of you are sold on the PSYOP that there is a plan in place. You may follow QAnon. “Trust the plan.” There is no plan. The attorneys who have attempted to fight the election fraud in court are fools. Why? Because they are working in an old system, where they had success with big lawsuits in court, and cannot get their heads around the massive corruption of the rule of law and the court system. They are working in an old system that no longer has merit. The supreme court is not doing its job. The Lawyers will not save you; you have to save yourself.
I would like to be wrong, and I would be happy to be so. But I don’t think so. Unless Trump pulls a plan out of his ass, Biden is getting sworn in on the 20th of January. The reprieve we had during the four years of the Trump Presidency will be over.
Most of America is sleeping. They expect that we will get over this. They expect a ‘return to normal.’ That is not going to happen.
There are a few basic facts that Real Americans need to accept and internalize:
- This IS “normal” for us now
- It will stay that way unless and until WE CHANGE IT OURSELVES
- There is no legal, nonviolent way to make that happen
The clock is ticking. Is it never too late to right a grievous wrong? Or did Meriadoc Brandybuck have the right of it on the Pelennor Fields when he despairingly said “too late is worse than never“?
A lot of old farts like myself have difficult choices to make in the coming crisis. It will be an existential crisis both for our sad nation, and for many of us personally. I, like the author you quoted, can only hope that I make the right decision when the time comes. I have done what I can to prepare, but whether it will be enough to make a difference in any way, no matter how small, I don’t know. I hope it will. Hope is not a plan nor a strategy. But it is a blessing.
Time, as always, will tell. I hope history will remember us well, however it all turns out.
“…hope that I make the right decision when the time comes.”
You’ll be fine. It’s the city dwellers of all ages that will not make good decisions. A few will, the vast majority will not. They can’t, they’re all like the scorpion.
One human trait is that after an event, we expect things to go back to normal. Reading Taleb, he notes that some of his relatives were still expecting Lebanon to get back to “normal” as late as 2005, decades after the Lebanese civil war kicked off.
Something I wrote almost nine years ago still applies. Indeed, things are worse since then, with prospects of yet worse.
What’s this “my country” bullshit, Kemosabe?
This isn’t my country any more. America died in the late 1970s, with a brief period of Cheyne-Stokes breathing in the Reagan years. What little was left of the Republic died on November 3rd of this year.
I owe the farce that’s left absolutely nothing.
A Usurper is never ANYONE’S President.
You may obey his commands. You may like what he does. You may think he’s doing things legally. You may truly believe he’s doing things “Constitutionally”.
Since his very assumption of the Office was illegal and unconstitutional then everything he does is illegal and unconstitutional.
He is no one’s President for he must assume that office legally.
The Selected not Elected Meme was simply another Leftist Projection on W and now Trump.
Cross the Rubicon, President Trump or nothing going forward is legal or constitutional.
Our new banana republic is going to require a new national anthem. I suggest this one:
The Banana Splits/The Tra La La Song (One Banana, Two Banana) (1969)
Already gotcha covered there, ‘Bear.
No shade on you, Mike, but I like the Banana Splits song better for this.
It has that essential absurdity to it that Clown World really deserves in an anthem.
Does anyone know who the band there actually was? It’s not a bad song really.
I bet it’s The Wrecking Crew.
In case anyone doesn’t know, The Wrecking Crew played on more #1 songs as a backing band than any band ever in the rock era. Somewhere between 1960- 1990.
Hal Blaine. More Top 40 and Top 10 songs than any drummer alive.
Glenn Campbell. Leon Russell. Carol Kaye. Jim Gordon. Jim Keltner. Tommy Tedesco. Dr. John. Victor Feldman. Just a few who became famous elsewhere or in their own right.
The Banana Splits song? N. B. Winkless, Jr. wrote it. It was perfomed by The Dickies for the show theme song.
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The Dickies may have covered the song but they formed in 1977 and the show ran in 1970.
It was studio pros that did much of the rest of the music.
Al Kooper (Dylan and BS&T fame) and Barry White(!) contributed songs.