Nailed. It.

This sort of Pollyanna drivel and half-assed “let’s don’t really fight for anything” horsesh*t is why we lost the Vietnam War. Either Gardiner should know better, or he wants to lose like that again.

If you’re going to fight this “civil war” the way you fought the War On Poverty, the War On Drugs, and the War On Communism, you’re going to get the exact same results:

Rolled the fuck up, and shitcanned by Reality.

So either this wingnut doesn’t want to win, or doesn’t think it’s an actual civil war. Thus, he’s either evil, or stupid. There’s no third option to choose there.

Wellll, I dunno about all THAT, now. Depends on how badly one wants to give the poor schlub the benefit of the doubt and just leave off at calling him, shall we say, overly optimistic, I suppose.

Which, honestly, I can’t say I do, my own self. At ALL.

I’m surprised he didn’t suggest writing a sternly-worded letter to the editor, holding a sit-in, or organizing a protest rally. Or maybe just shitting in your pants and hoping the smell will make the bad people go away.

If it’s really a civil war, and you really want to win, half-stepping half-assed half-measures aren’t going to get it done.

It’s going to take shooting m—–f—–s in the face.

Yup, that’s about the size of it. You don’t have to like it; in fact, you really shouldn’t, if you’re a normal, sane, decent human-type being. But you DO have to accept it, and that’s flat. Trust me when I advise you that you’ll want to read all of this one, folks.

Though it saddens me to have to do it, given my erstwhile fondness and respect for the PiQ (Pundit in Question, ie Kurt Schlichter), I have an Exhibit B to add to the already-airtight case made by Aesop above.

Oh, Mike Pence, you soft, naive little man. Oh, Tim Scott, you kind and friendly gentleman. I like you both. I really do. I would love you to be my neighbors. If I ran short of sugar or charcoal, you’d square me away. Not so much bourbon, but whatever. If I asked you to help me move or give me a ride to the airport, you suckers would be all in because you are nice guys. And that’s your problem and the problem of Republicans like you. You are nice guys in a time that calls for ruthless killers who want to destroy our enemies and leave them on their backs, figuratively cockroaching on the floor.

We want vengeance and victory. You want hugs. I guess that’s nice. Hugworld would be pleasant, but it’s the hardcore bomb throwers who get us to that stage by pummeling our enemies into submission. You find that unsavory, disconcerting, unseemly. You would prefer a world of comity, collegiality, and unicorns. And that ain’t happening until we warrior cons have broken our enemy – yeah, I used the “E” word – and exacted our payback and thereby ensured that their pain is so great that they will not dare even dream of repeating this nonsense again for a generation for fear of our righteous wrath.

Schlichter rattles on a goodish while with that “ruthless killers,” “destroy our enemies,” “vengeance and victory,” “hardcore bomb throwers” guff—none of which is incorrect or overstated, mind—before winding up exactly where we all knew too well he was going to.

It’s time to accept reality and embrace the suck. The suck is that we are in a fight. It’s not going to be over when we pass a few laws or overturn some terrible precedents; those are necessary but far from sufficient actions. No, we are in a long and brutal political struggle where the stakes are our liberty, and while you want to figuratively clutch your pearls and worry about whether this is who we are, we know who we are. And we are the guys and gals who want to figuratively don our plate armor, sharpen our broadswords, and get some, Knight Templar-style.

Emphasis mine, and truly, truly pathetic at this late date. “We must FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHTY-FIGHT-FIGHT!!!“ Just, y’know, not REALLY. “Our liberty is at stake here!” Correct, what tattered remnants of it we haven’t already lost by now. But if we can’t win it back by merely VOTING HARDERER at them, well…meh, never mind, then.

I swear, I read silly-ass shit like this and begin to wonder if perhaps we don’t richly deserve every single last morsel of the innumerable buckets of shit they’ve dumped over our heads so far.

Update! Wow. I mean, just…WOW.

In any normal circumstance, people can be reasonable and find a middle ground. A Republican and Democrat voter can sit down and have a meaningful and polite conversation about politics. Republicans and Democrats even get married to one another.

But socialists like the kind you’ve seen lately aren’t like these people. They don’t have any interest in talking with people, they want to talk at. They don’t like debating, they would rather silence and censor the opposition. They don’t see you as a person and have no trouble pardoning horrible things being done unto you by their own allies.

This should be understood if we’re to truly push back against them. They’re on a mission that borders on the religious. Politics isn’t just an interesting topic of conversation or a view that informs your vote. They live and breathe politics because it’s the avenue with which to usher in their socialist utopia. They can’t stop themselves from seeing it in everything they do, every sight they see, and every bite they eat. Everything from hair to math has political weight and they will find a way to utilize mundane objects to advantage their narrative if they need to.

I hate to view anyone as a lost cause but you’re very rarely ever going to come across a socialist who actually has anything but contempt for America and the people who support it. They view you as factless idiots on the wrong side of history. They will destroy everything you love under the guise that it’s for the betterment of the human race, but because feeding their spite with action feels good.

You are no longer just fighting over policy, you’re fighting over your existence as a free human being.

This means that when we go elect people to fight them in Washington, the people we send to fight aren’t going to make deals and try to find a middle ground with them. We need to send those willing to wage political war. They need to be willing to tear down the agencies and institutions that these people love to nest in.

None of that I find too terribly annoying; hell, most of it is true enough, really. But after going all wobbly in that penultimate ‘graph, the very last line is truly in a class of its own.

You are in a war. Vote like it.

Because see, as every historically-literate person will tell you, wars are usually won or lost through the…oh, ferchrissakes.

You are in a war. Vote like it.

I say again: WOW. We really are doomed, aren’t we?