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“If…If…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation….We purely and simply deserved EVERYTHING that happened afterward.”
Those words ring down through all time. And they really do wound my heart with a monotonous languor. And yes, I chose that phrase a-purpose. Capice?
Sound familiar, people? You don’t feel like you understand what’s really happening?You don’t love freedom enough to stand up for it at the only chance you’re ever going to get, consequences be damned? Burglars and despots rarely send out appointments. It’s come-as-you-are. Ready or not. You think you’re going to magic your way out of that date?
If so, you can expect to deserve the same EVERYTHING that Solzhenitsyn and his fellows received. In spades.
Too harsh? Try it in a lighter vein:

“We’re afraid! We might get in trouble!”
Well you can just kiss my ass.
I don’t care if you puss out. I don’t care if Trump even throws in the towel. (And I don’t think he will, but even if he did, it wouldn’t matter.) This ain’t about him, nor simple partisan shoving at the trough. It’s about the entire idea of America. You’re willing to wimp out on that? Enjoy your boxcar ride, and see what coloring inside the lines gets your Quisling ass down the road.
There isn’t going to be another chance in 2022, 0r 2024. Or EVER.This was the last election where you had a shot.I repeat:
This was the last election where you had a shot.There will never be another.
There won’t be another free election in your lifetime, for anyone who reads this, unless this gets addressed, and I mean but now.
Not in a minute, next week, end of the month, nor 6 months, not in a year, not in NeverNeverLand fairytales somewhere down the road.This month and next. By them. Or by you. Or, please God, by Us.
And the absolute final expiration date on that is Jan. 20, 2021. At noon, EST.That’s the absolute Go To Hell date.If TPTB won’t fix it before then, they have no reason to fix it, ever.And they won’t, nor show any sign of doing anything other than ignoring you, wholesale.And if they don’t do it RFN, what’re you gonna do about it?Vote at them?That’s risible, and derisible, simultaneously.Any fucktard sumbitch talking about “regrouping” and “continuing on forward” for “next time” that hasn’t factored in ropes, bullets, and napalm in their calculus is talking out their ass.There isn’t going to BE a “next time”.That outcome was the whole point of THIS time.“Imagine a boot stamping on a human face, forever.”
Absolutely god-damned right.That’s the message, delivered with precision, clarity, and finality.If you don’t get that, in your bones, you’re self-selecting to be collateral damage.And about you, if you wallow in that amidst your self-pity, IDGAF.
“This could never happen here. We’re a democracy.” – Venezuela, 1998
Nobody is coming to save you. This ain’t the movies, and you ain’t John Wayne.

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h/t Prepped&Ready

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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It does not matter if Donald Trump is reelected. It only matters that we understand that the system is broken and must be fixed for the Republic to survive. If Trump is reelected, his primary goals must are to punish the people who traded Liberty for Treason and to ensure that our elections are fair and secure.

If Donald Trump is not reelected, the people must not accept a fraudulent president. We have no choice because Freedom is lost and tyranny will reign. For the Earth and everything that’s in it to be ours, we must become Men.

David DeGerolamo