Poor optics make for clear vision
When they decide to rule us from behind walls, razor-wire, and entire divisions of soldiers with shoot-to-kill ROEs, you know for sure that “of, by, and for the People” is dead as a dodo, and “the consent of the governed” is no longer of any concern.
The handfuls of ordinary people who arrived, as Americans always do, to attend the inauguration of a new president were confronted with heavy weapons and barbed wire.
D.C. had become a Baghdad and Berlin of checkpoints, choking off access to much of the city, closing roads, bridges, and metro stations. Soldiers could be seen on every corner, and the 25,000 troops were bolstered by 4,000 Marshalls, and a motley crew of local forces, including 200 members of the NYPD, 40 members of the Chicago police, New Jersey and Maryland state troopers, Miami-Dade cops, and other law enforcement officers who were needed back home.
24 people were shot in Chicago this weekend and murders are already up 125% this year in New York City. Those officers could have done more good at home, but Democrats don’t care about murder victims in urban areas, instead redeploying officers to D.C. in a show of force.
Biden took office in a city under military occupation whose businesses were closed and boarded up. The D.C. government had tried to force hotels to shut down. The hotels didn’t close, but there were hardly any people. Instead the hotels were filled with soldiers tramping through their lobbies. Any tourists that did come found nothing to see except barricades and barbed wire.
Sometimes what you don’t see is more important than what you do see.
Popular leaders, elected or unelected, might have troops in their cities, but they also have adoring crowds to cheer them on. Biden’s only cheers were coming from employees of huge corporations whose jobs depend on praising him as the greatest thing since SuperPACs.
Biden couldn’t manage the cheering crowds that greeted even the most mediocre presidents on their arrival. The band might as well have struck up a rousing chorus of, “Hail to the Thief.”
Jokes like that are all but illegal these days even though they were ubiquitous during the Bush and Trump administrations. But jokes only need to be banned when they’re too close to the truth. The hysterical fascist theater with troops in the streets and fawning praise on the lips of the press are all efforts to overcompensate for the hollow man taking a false oath on a bible.
This isn’t the pageantry of Stalin or Hitler. It’s the weary theater of Brezhnev, a senescent leader of a decaying regime being propped up by desperate threats of force by the nomenklatura. Even though the media has told us more about Biden’s dogs than it has about any of the Americans killed by Islamic terrorists enabled by the open borders that Biden just reinstated, no one cares.
Biden isn’t a charismatic leader. He isn’t moving the cause forward. He’s a placeholder for a ruling class that wants homes in Dupont Circle that it buys by selling out America to China, by ruining our economy with environmental consulting gigs and racial contract quotas, and for all the manifold ways which the swamp is coming back as Biden’s wetlands restoration project.
“Hail to the Thief” is as much their anthem as it is Biden’s. They fought to keep hold of D.C., the center of their power base not because they care about its history or that of this country, but because it’s where they network, collaborate, and do their dirty little deals at our expense.
The troops in the street are their warning to the rest of the country about who is really in charge.
Precisely so. But I don’t think of Bai-Ding as a placeholder. In my mind, he’s more like Charlie McCarthy; if you want to know who really runs things, you need to look for the guy whose knee he’s propped on—the guy with his hand up the back of Charlie’s shirt, making his mouth and eyeballs move. Look closely enough and sometimes you can even catch the ventriloquist’s lips moving.
But I still do hope that the fortification and militarization of Mordor OTP will be a permanent thing, eventually adopted by every large shitlib city. Let the orcs be forever walled off from the knaves they so cruelly exploit and abuse. Let the knaves be stripped of any lingering illusion concerning the true nature of their masters. Let the Ruling Orc-class be inconvenienced, discomfited, and frustrated to the greatest degree possible, their daily round blighted by the dispiriting pall of the very Shadow they conjured over the rest of us. Let us see the way of things clearly, at long, long last.
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