When they write the obituary of the Republican Party and, for that matter, the republic itself, they may as well just use this lament in its entirety.
Raised to be a Republican, I held my nose and voted for Bush, the Texas-talking blue blood from Connecticut who lied us into 2 wars and gave us the unpatriotic Patriot Act. I voted for McCain, the sociopathic neocon songbird “hero” that torpedoed the attempt to kill the Obamacare that’s killing my family financially. I held it again and voted for Romney, the vulture capitalist skunk that masquerades as a Republican while slithering over to the Democrat camp as often as they’ll tolerate his oily, loathsome presence.
And I voted for Trump, who, if he did nothing else, at least gave a resounding Bronx cheer to the richly deserving smug hypocrites of DC. Thank you for that Mr. President, on behalf of all of us nobodies. God bless you for it.
And now I have watched as people who hate me and mine and call for our destruction blatantly and openly stole the election and then gaslighted us and told us that it was honest and fair. I am watching as the GOP does NOTHING about it. They’re probably relieved that upstart Trump is gone so they can get back to their real jobs of lining their pockets and running interference for their corporate masters. I am watching as the media, in a manner that would make Stalin blush, is silencing anyone who dares question the legitimacy of this farce they call democracy. I know, it’s a republic, but I am so tired of explaining that to people I might as well give in and join them in ignorance.
I think she’s speaking for all of us.
[written in the pre-dawn of January 20th, 2021 before I head out to work our farm]
Secession.
I was born in these united states of America.
A couple decades later, sometime around 1972 or so, I seceded.
I severed my bond with the government agents at the federal level.
The government agents in Oregon, my temporary state of residence, are too incompetent to matter much, so they are easily ignored.
At best, on one of my rare tolerant days, I tolerate my county government agents.
How do I define ‘tolerate’?
I think the classic definition works for me — “allow to exist”.
I just want to live without goofballs from TheBureauOfJustifyingOurExistence poking around in my business.
During the months prior to the 2016 elections, I wondered if mister Trump could make a difference.
In my experience, he is.
I think mister Trump is draining some of the despair — the ‘giving-up’ and outright ‘suicidal tendencies’ — of some traditional Americans (and our adopted Americans!).
I think mister Trump helps folks see the potential of an alternative to MARXISTS such as harris-pelosi and china joe.
Mister Trump,
I appreciate this precious gift.
PS:
If I was President…
* I would dismantle the Department Of Education.
That can be handled by parents in the family home.
* I would dismantle the Bureau Of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, And Explosives.
Our county sheriff can handle that.
* I would dismantle the Federal Bureau Of Investigation.
Their duties can be handled by our county sheriff.
* I would dismantle the Internal Revenue Service.
According to them, ‘participation is voluntary’, so your donation is your choice.
Send, don’t send… I am fine either way.
* I would dismantle the Department Of Defense.
Americans are militias, we don’t need armies.
* I would terminate foreign aid.
Cutting their allowance might terrorfy the zionists in Palestine; I am OK with them not getting many billions of my money every year.
And I fail to see any benefit to giving many billions of my money to MARXISTS in china.
* I would limit congress to minimum wage, and limit them to meeting a couple weeks each summer… without air conditioning or iced beverages.
And congress-critters must have regular jobs or businesses in their home town… and freedom folks can boycott them, and MARXISTS can spend all they want paying for their products/services.
And congress-critters don’t need a dedicated building… some picnic-tables in a field in Alabama or Mississippi or Georgia should function just fine.
I would not encourage spectators to bring rotted vegetables.
* I would dismantle the Department Of Transportation.
Those bureaucrats do everything in their power to obstruct transportation, so they need to get transported away.
* I would turn the White House into a museum.
Volunteer tour-guides, free admission.
* I would instantly abolish the Department Of The Interior, the Bureau Of Indian Affairs, the Bureau Of Land Management, the United States Forestry Service, and anybody with the word ‘manager’ or ‘administrator’ proclaimed in their lofty title.
* I would eliminate the Federal Emergency Management Administration.
In my opinion, federal emergencies don’t need managers or administrators.
But that is just me.
* The Centers For Disease Control And Prevention have one job.
They continue to not impress me.
Bye!
* I would encourage United States Marines to establish homes and businesses along our borders.
I would encourage our Marines to discourage border-jumpers.
I imagine there might be some initial over-enthusiasm, but I expect things to settle down real quick.
* I would empty American prisons.
I think a nine-person panel of Marines for each prison can meet to discuss the convicts so we can terminate the sentence of pedophiles, murderers, individuals selling dope to children, and traitors.
* Similar to the immunity of vax developers, American firearms manufacturers get immunity.
And I would encourage them to create firearms with mufflers built-in instead of added-on.
* I would reduce the Americans at foreign military bases… reduce their numbers right down to zero.
Any equipment we cannot bring home, we get to practice our high-explosives to destroy it.
I imagine we could establish a lottery for regular folks to participate in this blowing-up of stuff.
I imagine some folks might do it for free.
* I would audit Federal Reserve Bankers.
Anything more than a few cents missing, and they go on trial for treason.
And speaking of gallows, the time between gavel-drop and noose-tightening is measured in minutes.
Well.
This looks like a good first day.
I think I will take a nap to be nice and fresh for my second day as President.
WOW, a GOOD start, a damn good start.
Can we add the State Department ?
Last I knew, they employed over 70,000 people. When I heard that number, I thought –
‘Seventy THOUSAND people ?? Doing WHAT, exactly ??’
A VERY good start Marge. Can’t wait for day 2! I’d guess by Sunday things could be back to normal around here – normal meaning, life as it was in the 18th century when *americans* were as free as they ever would be.
They really are the party of stupid.
Of all that sets me off these days, them chattering about 2022 and 2024 sets my blood boiling.
There is no 2022 or 2024 unless you crush the cheating. Period. Until then, they are the “washington generals” team going up against the democrat globetrotters.
These will be difficult days ahead, but we must survive them if the country is to survive.
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=the+hunt+for+red+october+%22this+business+will+get+out+of+hand%22&docid=608039031831921967&mid=1685A4D4266D250C88D71685A4D4266D250C88D7&view=detail&FORM=VIRE
You might remember from my blogging days that I opined that the path forward was for the Democratic party to be politically destroyed, and for the Republican party to be reformed.
I had hoped that the TEA party movement would be the beginnings of that reform, but what I witnessed was the institutional GOP close ranks and effectively destroy them. Accordingly, the big shift for me is that it became clear to me since the 2012 election season that the Republican party was incapable of reform, and therefore, must be politically destroyed, and that the national enema called Donald Trump was the last, best hope of that.
I suspected it would be too little, too late.
What we are witnessing is broad collaboration between the institutional parties, whose highest priority is the preservation of the post constitutional order architected by Woodrow Wilson, and built by FDR, which is the engine on their gravy train.
It is, for them, an existential matter, and they are scared shitless, to the tune of hiding behind 25,000 soldiers whose loyalty they scramble to verify.