This
land is a room full of winners. On stage the American Dream unfolding before us.
This year’s dreams were produced by indigestion from months, and months, and
months of monkey turd tacos served up by the prospective ruling class. Looking
around as the hangover sets in for a season I can no longer discern between natives
and exiles in Eden. Hopefully we are waking from the fog of verbal war. The
crowds have dispersed. Some in relief, some in curse. The reds shout, “Hallelujah!”
The blues cry, “How the hell ya let this happen?”
Discourse
be damned when people are charged. Experience has shown gasoline don’t burn as
fast as emotions. Once a grand plan has
burnt to the land. Only a circus still stands. In the end we sat through a fairytale
with an ice queen, a taker, a magician, and sixteen slaughtered dwarfs. They
broke all the commandments consistently, and with enthusiastic vigor. Damn
robbers! The only weapon of force needed was our belief in free-dumb. The
greatest of noble hustles is when the conman and the mark know the rules. What
an ant kingdom this land has become. America is so loaded with internal
evidence of fragility that pretty soon we won’t get credit for accepting it on confidence
alone. How much longer can the founder’s plan snatch the Republic from the mob’s
jaws?
Rational
minds must stick together now that the fringe has gone professional. It won’t
be easy to wash the taste of first class out of their mouths. These bastards have
financing, false news, and lions. We’ll need to grit our teeth, cuz in the lion’s
den the bite is coming and the concert of pain is nigh.
There
will be days when shooting for “almost fine” is a day to be proud of. It’s
great to have goals! More than ever I am rooting for the canary in the coal
mine. Her family must be so proud of her station – signaling the world’s pending
doom by her lifeless corps. Keep chirping little bird, we still have a great
deal of fight in our belly. I love this land, and I love this starship! It’s
the only one accepting my race: the human race.
Until
next year. Live life, don’t merely exist, and be your own normal. If you do it
your own way for your own reasons, then live with the consequences. For good or
for ill. Stay strong my friends. Dig in, check in and let history mop up the
details.
Pro-life for life! Let’s end recreational abortions.
Jarvis
