Our Boston Commons moment was yesterday:

Woman fatally shot in Capitol identified as Ashli Babbitt

https://banned.video/watch?id=5ff6857e00bac0328da8e888

All of the nominally “Right Wing” and “Conservative” pundits, media figures, and legislators who sat around and watched and made excuses for or mealy-mouth pro-forma condemnations of BLM and Anti-fa rioters all this summer long and suddenly decided to go squish and cuck and sternly condemn the Stop The Steal protestors at the Capitol yesterday should read that and watch that video and mark it well and remember…

Remember that name. And remember the other names:

His name was Cannon Hinton.

His name is Kyle Rittenhouse.

His name was Aaron “Jay” Danielson.

Her name was Ashli Babbitt.

And all of the other people over the course of the last four plus years who’ve been beaten, shot, burned out, and murdered by Anti-Trump protestors that I haven’t listed all have names. Go look them up. And remember them.

And remember this:

We see you now.

And we remember.

The Left isn’t going to eat you last just because you decided to cuck and refuse to stand behind people who were rightfully and righteously demanding that a traitorous thief not be installed in the Oval Office via the largest and most blatant act of election fraud in the entire history of the United States.

But we might decide to eat you first.

And, yeah: I’m looking at you, Glenn Reynolds. I’m looking at you, John Hinderaker. I’m looking at you, Ed Driscoll. I’m looking at you, Bob McManus. I’m looking at you, Tyler O’Neil. I’m looking at you, Kim Hirsch.

We expect the Pences and the McConnells to shoot us in the back when the Left calls for our heads.

We don’t expect it from you.

We don’t forget. We won’t forgive.

Rome never looks where she treads.   
   Always her heavy hooves fall   
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;   
   And Rome never heeds when we bawl.   
Her sentries pass on—that is all,
   And we gather behind them in hordes,   
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
   With only our tongues for our swords.

We are the Little Folk—we!
   Too little to love or to hate.   
Leave us alone and you’ll see
   How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
   We are the rot at the root!   
We are the taint in the blood!
   We are the thorn in the foot!

Mistletoe killing an oak—
   Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
   How they must love what they do!   
Yes—and we Little Folk too,
   We are busy as they—
Working our works out of view—
   Watch, and you’ll see it some day!

No indeed! We are not strong,
   But we know Peoples that are.   
Yes, and we’ll guide them along
   To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
   Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you—you will die of the shame,
   And then we shall dance on your graves!

We are the Little Folk, we…

A Pict Song
By Rudyard Kipling

We’ve all already gotten way past tired of all this, and we’re getting a bit testy. And the jackal and the kite have a healthy appetite.

The other side is not the one you really want to be identified with.