Wes lays out some hard, bitter truth for us.

War Is Upon Us. It Is Well Past Time To Let Them Know That We Will Not Go Quietly Into The Night!
Sitting at dinner last night with my wife, we had the news on in the background and lo and behold a report of another mass shooting, she just looked at me and shook her head. She then said “can’t people see what it happening?” They need us disarmed. Not going to happen without a fight, but I don’t think they care at this point. The mask has been off of these communist. They no longer hide their intentions.

Are we going to watch TPTB revel in their success of stealing our country and do nothing? Or will we fight? We lost our Country. Now what are you/we going to do about it? How do we restore Liberty for the future generations?

War has been declared against us deplorables in this land. Don’t believe it? Look no further than the Jan. 6th political prisoners. I know of only one way to respond. We need to fight, because we have no other options left to us that I can see. We must fight because they aim to kill us. They aim to wipe us off the face of this earth or enslave us. It is well past time to let them know that we will not go quietly into the night. It’s either them or us.

True dat, as my NOLA chums used to say. And the longer certain of us keep their heads firmly embedded in the sand—desperately trying to keep the warm, cozy security blanket of denial wrapped around them, to throw a gratuitous secondary metaphor into the, umm, mix—the more severe the inevitable reckoning is going to be. Am I overstating the case, or is Wes? Nope, not by a long yard we ain’t.

The FBI has released the affidavit filed in the case of Nicholas John Roske, who was arrested near the home of Supreme Court Justice Bret Kavanagh on Wednesday afternoon. The list of weapons and gear the suspect had on his person reads like something out of a horror movie. Roske, who told police that he planned to assassinate Kavanaugh, was arrested with a suitcase containing “a black tactical chest rig and tactical knife, a Glock 17 pistol with two magazines and ammunition, pepper spray, zip ties, a hammer, screwdriver, nail punch, crow bar, pistol light, duct tape, hiking boots with padding on the outside of the soles, and other items,” according to the FBI.

And lest you think some of those items were just ordinary tools you might find in the trunk of any car, Roske, who had traveled to Maryland from California, took a taxi to Kavanaugh’s home and carried the gear in a suitcase. What was the would-be assassin planning to do with the zip ties and the duct tape? Those don’t seem like items you’d need for an assassination, do they? And padded boots, purportedly to conceal his footprints? Why would you need those if you were planning to commit suicide? Obviously, there’s still a lot we don’t know about this case, but it’s terrifying to contemplate the “what ifs” in this assassination attempt.

Thank God police got to him before he was able to kill or maim Kavanaugh, his family members, or his security detail.

The suspect, who said he found the address of Kavanaugh’s home on the internet (that’s on YOU, left-wing whack jobs), told Montgomery County Police he was upset about the leaked draft opinion of the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization case, which could potentially overturn the 1973 Roe v. Wade ruling, and also the recent school shooting in Uvalde. He admitted to targeting Kavanaugh because he believed the justice would “side with Second Amendment decisions that would loosen gun control laws.” He said he planned to kill Kavanaugh and then commit suicide to give his life purpose.

Wow, let’s see here: anti-2A rights; pro-infanticide; a bungled, all-thumbs attempt to murder a mildly conservative USSC Justice—yup, he sure do tick off a good handful of the obligatory shitlib checkboxes, don’t he? All in a day’s work, though, for today’s violent, bloodthirsty Demonrats.

“I want to tell you, Gorsuch. I want to tell you, Kavanaugh. You have released the whirlwind, and you will pay the price. You won’t know what hit you if you go forward with these awful decisions.”

Those were the words of the Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, one of the most powerful elected officials in the nation, in March 2020. After spending years cynically delegitimizing the high court, Schumer had moved to openly threatening lifetime-appointed judges, by name, because he feared they would knock down the concocted constitutional right to an abortion.

Initially, Schumer refused to walk back those remarks. His spokesman ludicrously claimed the statement was “a reference to the political price Senate Republicans will pay for putting these justices on the court.” Of course, the senator hadn’t singled out the Republican Party, or any Republican. He called out the two newest justices by name. “You” and “you.”

Yet, it is almost surely the case that the coverage of a California man carrying a weapon and burglary equipment near Brett Kavanaugh’s home, reportedly there to murder the Supreme Court justice over the leaked opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health, will not be tied to the rhetoric of Democrats like Schumer. CNN political reporters will not walk from one Democratic senator to the next, asking them if their rhetoric is responsible for inciting a man to show up at the Supreme Court justice’s home with a tactical knife, a Glock, ammunition, pepper spray and zip ties. We will not have a national conversation about the specter of leftist violence.  

Of course not, and only a damned purblind fool would expect it. This isn’t a level field we’re playing on here, a grim reality we’d all better square ourselves with before it devours us. Whining about how “unfair” it all is; pointing out shitlib “hypocrisy” as if that might trouble them in the least; launching into the old, played-out “if a REPUBLICAN did it!” song and dance routine—no more than tiresome, pathetic cliches at this point, every last one of them. What next, you gonna yammer at me about how biased the media is or something?

And normally I wouldn’t blame Democrats for the actions of extremists, either. The problem is that not only does the left continue to push the boundaries with Schumer-like threats but they are engaged in the relentless, daily smearing of their political opponents as seditious, vote-stealing, child-murdering fascists and insurgents. If this were true, violence would be justified. But it’s a sinister lie.

Moreover, though most people abhor violence, there is a concerted effort to intimidate justices. When Peter Doocy asked White House press secretary Jen Psaki if activists posting maps to homes and doxxing Supreme Court justices was the “kind of thing this president wants?” she responded: “Look, I think the president’s view is that there’s a lot of passion, a lot of fear, a lot of sadness from many, many people across this country about what they saw in that leaked document.” Kavanaugh’s would-be murderer told the FBI he got the idea to kill the Supreme Court justice after finding his address posted on the internet.

And let’s not forget that the White House encouraged people to go to the justices’ homes to protest. This is an attack not only on separation of powers but also basic norms of civility. The same people who are clamoring to limit free expression can’t even ask their people to observe basic decency.

Hate to have to dry you behind the ears so roughly, David, but “basic norms of civility” Has Left The Building, did so a goodish while back. It’s kinda sad that this development seems to have come as such a shock to you, but since it did there’s another thing you probably ought to know: the kind of fascist buttstains inclined to while away their idle hours “clamoring to limit free expression” aren’t the least bit likely to get their panties in a bunch over who might or might not be “observing basic decency,” being basically indecent sorts themselves. Indecency is by way of being a job requirement, you might say.

Wrap your head around one simple, fundamental principle: The rules for YOU and the rules for THEM are very, very different. They are privileged, special, elite; you, on the other hand, are belly-button lint, a bipedal dingleberry. They are attractive, personable, intriguing. You are the nasty particles of God-only-knows-what afloat in last week’s stinky, rancid bong water. They’re admirable; you’re beneath contempt. They matter; you…don’t. Once you take that aboard, it will all make sense. For certain values of the word “sense,” that is.