The Republic has fallen. The Republic is forever.
Look, it’s just that it’s now obvious. They’re rubbing our nose in it. It’s all Potemkin elections from now on. They think they’re building a kingdom of a thousand years.
Remember they are always wrong, the totalitarians. Their kingdoms of a thousand years last ten. They are toddlers. They understand tantrums and screaming and, if normal people are stupid enough to let them, scamming. They don’t get that food doesn’t come delivered to the table. They think famines will only hit the right, oh, and their vision of the world froze circa the 1950s. And even that is a MOVIE 1950s.
They think that all religious authorities are right wing, after they took the churches. They think only the very elderly — the ones who watch and believe the television indoctrination — vote for the right. They think they’re being transgressive when they don’t get married.
In the end reality always wins. And we are reality.
DO NOT LET THEM IN YOUR HEAD. Do not let them these…. things…. were elections. Do not let them win by default. In 2020 and 2021 there was no evidence of election in the fraud. No one runs potemkin campaigns with the worst possible candidates if they don’t KNOW the election is in the bag in advance.
Get books on the revolutionary war and our heroes. Make a point of reading part of one of them every day. And keep your scrap of flag. (Yes, mailing them out, promise. I was…. It’s been a concatenation of circumstances.) Don’t let them defeat you where it counts.
Maybe your role is to carry the flag till you fall and someone picks it up. Trust. Someone will pick it up. The republic will return. The republic will endure. It must. Or humanity falls.
It’s going to get very very rough. It’s going to get rougher and rougher till the rough music plays.
If nothing else the fallen caryatid will make someone in the future wonder why she fell, rather than resign the burden.
And then that person will break indoctrination and start to think and see reality. And then we win.
Because reality always wins.
As for me, I’m going to write like a demon, because in the end? Maybe even one page of the silliest fluffiest thing I write survives, but it’s enough to break through someone’s bleak despair, and bring reality back.
In the end we win, they lose.
But we might pay for it in advance, in blood, sweat and tears.
Don’t forget to sound your horn at noon EST. If you’re not in a safe neighborhood — Mine might be less safe than I thought. Someone keeps taking my Betsy Ross down — drive to a major road and sound your horn.
The walls of totalitarianism WILL come crashing down. May G-d will I see that day.