by STEVE DEACE
We’ve arrived. Frazzled and scarred though we may be from nearly four years of travails, we are set to cast the ring of political power back into the civic Mount Doom from whence it came. Yet our story doesn’t quite have the same sort of reset button on it that Frodo and Sam’s did.
Instead of flat-out destroying evil incarnate, we are simply deciding if we want to wear big boy pants and try adulting yet again as the “moral and religious people” the Founding Fathers intended for a representative republic. Which is not to say that doesn’t come with harsh realities. In fact, I’ve never been more concerned about our nation’s fate.
I truly believe we are on the brink of civil war no matter which way the election goes. The lies of Fauci promise it. The streets of Philly promise it. The hatred of Amy Coney Barrett promises it. The propaganda of CNN promises it. The censorship of Twitter promises it. We are choking on fake news that distorts reality at every turn and will inevitably require painful correction.
I feel frazzled and scarred after fighting for 12 years against the overthrow of the Republic. It is strange that at the beginning of the civil war, it is almost a relief that the end is in sight. I do not know which side will win but the nation will lose. In truth, it has already lost its moral soul. The other side does not care: they want the collapse of the country, culture and religion. They want our children to blindly obey their new masters in the false illusion of Communism. I pray that good will triumph over evil but I understand that sometimes, evil wins.