I’m on an “Internet retreat” at the moment, in case you’ve been wondering where the interminable essays have gone. But I want to post a quick word before returning to my fiction labors. Perhaps it will serve to explain why I’ve absented myself.
You don’t need me to read the news to you. Anyone who can fog a mirror is aware from recent events that the Usurper Regime has gone completely extra-Constitutional and lawless. It’s their way of saying to the rest of us: Your numbers and weapons don’t mean shit to us. We laugh at your invocations of the Constitution. We know you won’t rise up. You’re too comfortable, and too cowardly.
And they’re right.
There couldn’t be a clearer indication that the midterms have already been “fixed.” Oh, the GOP will be allowed to gain a few seats in the House of Representatives, but the Senate will remain in Usurper hands, and the RINOs in the House will ensure the continuation of Usurper dominance. Our utter flaccidity to this point has convinced the Usurpers that we will mount no effective countermeasures to the avalanche of vote fraud they’ve arranged.
It’s time for the mourning for America-that-was to begin.
Don’t kid yourself. The Great Experiment is over. We proved unworthy of it. By flexing its muscles openly and without pretense against its political adversaries, the Regime has shown us a reality that we’ve needed to confront for some time: ourselves.
Bye-bye, America. It was great while it lasted. Don’t mind me; I’m going back to writing fiction. There, I can find heroes.