I feel disgustingly cheerful today. It’s a very bright sunny day here in the gulag. Because of the bitter cold, the furnace is roaring away on fuel oil and the forced hot water is merrily exchanging heat with the air in my living room here at the Compound. Camera Girl has sallied forth in Old Car to Wally World to bring me flesh, and bring me wine, and bring me pine logs hither, sort of. Old dog and not so old dog are lazing near the radiators and I have just finished listening to the ZMan’s Friday Power Hour, his weekly podcast, and despite the predictions of crime waves and government malfeasance it was surprisingly upbeat, I thought.
And I find myself almost ebullient. In the last four days I think four of my posts were linked over at Whatfinger and several thousand extra pageviews were registered and new subscribers joined and new voices appeared in the comments and an interesting opportunity for the site has appeared that may bring still more traffic here. So, a big shout out to Sergeant Pat and the other guys over at Whatfinger.
But in addition, recent events have led me to believe that the result of the fraudulent election will spark changes in this country that are all for the good. The spell is broken. Everyone is paying attention to the man behind the curtain. And he is definitely not the great and powerful anything. He’s just a cheap grifter with a very powerful organization pulling the strings. The problem for him is that, us being able to see the strings takes away a good deal of the effectiveness of his grift. If the suckers figure out that the three-card monte game is really there as a distraction to help the pickpockets in the crowd then it becomes a lot harder to pick pockets. If the Eloi figure out that the Morlocks are cannibals then they’ll stop walking into the frying pan and that will make it a lot harder on the poor Morlocks trying to make an honest living eating Eloi.
And the other part of this whole thing is that I actually feel happier not having to make believe I’m in any way associated with people who either believe or publicly pretend to believe that Dementia Joe is their leader. I want to be in a separate grouping from them. I’m ecstatic if they shun me. I look forward to having different social media platforms, payment processors, crowdfunding sites, even retailers and banks. All those things will be immeasurably better if leftists shun them completely. We should make a point of emblazoning on everything we own some triggering slogan that will send the SJW’s into paroxysms of rage and assure that they will never patronize that site. If I thought it would do any good, I’d emblazon the header of my site with “All Lives Matter!!!!” or something equally scandalous.
Of course, an enormous amount of work is ahead of us to build these new platforms and the Left will do everything they can to torture and attack us every step of the way. But we are still infinitely better off now that the lights are on and we can see the threats. Blundering around in the dark is not only dangerous but it’s also demoralizing. An unseen danger is much more frightening and confusing. For tens of millions of people, the knowledge of who is and isn’t your friend will make avoiding harm a lot easier. Thinking that Mitch McConnell and John Roberts will ride to our rescue is now obvious lunacy. It’s Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown for the millionth time. It’s done for all but the terminally stupid.
We are at last moving on from the grifters.
As I’ve mentioned previously there’s no reason to wait for a superhero to start organizing our people into a new tribe. I want to do my part and provide the foundation for an organization that provides a network to local communities to share information and socialize. Eventually when things really get going that superhero is going to need a sophisticated network with all kinds of capability that the geniuses in Silicon Valley have invented in the last decade but for now Orion’s Cold Fire (OCF) and my primitive internet will have to do.
And in the underground you don’t take names and publish a membership list. Pseudonyms and anonymity make a lot of sense when Dementia Joe is starting to act like another Uncle Joe of gulag fame. I just finished Solzhenitsyn’s “A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch” and the idea of snitches pervading the society of a captive nation seems a lot more real now that the Left is adopting the idea of re-education camps and purging non-Leftists from all aspects of public and private life.
Well, all that’s fine with me. The internet is a vast web of people who look for what they need. And maybe what they need is hope. And believe it or not I feel more hopeful in the last few weeks than I have in several years. The endless delays by Bill Barr and the endless betrayals by judges and legislators was so frustrating that I often despaired of ever making any headway. But in the midst of the political collapse after the fraudulent elections I see truth shining through and revealing our enemies for who they are and the eyes of the people finally opening to that truth. That is what gives me hope and it sweeps away the false paths and points to the correct road. We must abandon all the institutions that have proven themselves corrupt and build from the ground up. And part of building up these new institutions is smashing the old ones. It’s not enough to build a new political party. We must destroy the Republican party to do it. Primarying all but the loyal GOP office holders. And any of the disloyal who get through the primaries need to be beaten by their Democrat opponents even in safe red states. Mitch McConnell needs to be powerless and abandoned by his paymasters as a warning to those in our new party that might think of betraying us.
And just to be clear I’m no political mastermind. I’m just a humble scribbler of stories who would like nothing better than to get back to writing stories and playing with my grandchildren. But if those kids are going to have a country half as good as the one my parents gave to me then I’m going to have to try and wake up the sleepers and get them doing something in their local communities and talking together about doing something on a national level.
So here’s my sermon for the day. Go out and talk with five or ten or twenty good men and come back and tell us what they think. Build up a club and accomplish some small thing that feels like a small piece of freedom from the repulsive tyranny spreading out of Washington. And come here and brag about it. No names, no places, just ideas and tips on what works and what doesn’t.
After the attack on Pearl Harbor in December of 1941 Americans were despondent. The propaganda machine was running 24/7 pumping out rah-rah stuff to bolster American resolve and boost the efforts to get men in uniform as quickly as possible. But the beating the US Navy took at Pearl Harbor had shocked the American populace and devastated morale.
FDR was a shrewd judge of American sentiment and knew instinctively what was needed to boost that morale. He told his War Department that the American people needed a symbolic act to prove that Japan hadn’t destroyed our ability to take the war to their door. He wanted his generals to come up with a plan to hit the Japanese capitol, Tokyo.
The result of that order was the Doolittle Raid. Basically, it was a suicide mission to send planes from an aircraft carrier to bomb Tokyo without enough fuel to return. Sixteen five-man crews in B-25B medium bombers were launched from the USS Hornet under the command of Lieutenant Colonel James Doolittle. Each plane dropped its ton of bombs on Tokyo and the surrounding cities and then flew off to crash land somewhere in China. Miraculously most of the crews survived the crashes and found their way back home.
The bombs made no meaningful dent in the Japanese war machine but the message to the Japanese was clear and the lift it gave to American morale was critical. It proved that even knocked back on its heels by the Pearl Harbor defeat the US military was able to strike back at the very heart of the Japanese empire. It had exactly the effect it was meant to have and provided the morale boost needed, well in advance of when the effects of war time production and military mobilization would allow a meaningful assault on Japan.
Here’s the analogy, the fraudulent electoral victory by the Left is our Pearl Harbor. They have knocked us back with the dirtiest shot imaginable. And we have nothing to counter it with. Morale is rock bottom and more attacks are imminent. We need a win.
We need a symbolic win. Not something chaotic and irrational like the Capitol debacle that boomerangs on the participants. We need an action that helps our side or hurts our opponents and for which they have no effective counteraction. As I said it doesn’t have to be an important event or change. But it does have to have some clear symbolism that says we are pushing back against the all-encompassing attacks of our enemies and that we can organize a resistance that can’t be crushed.
Somewhere in this vast land someone has to take back some small corner and successfully say, “On this spot Free America still exists and will not be overtaken. And it can act as the foundation for a renewal of all that is good and normal and ours.
Whoever can do that will be the actual leader of something more than one hundred million Americans who are completely fed up with the evil that has degraded almost every single organization and entity that makes up the civic and business life of this country. Maybe it will be a state governor or a state representative who takes that first step. Or maybe it will be a businessman who steps up. Or maybe it will be just some private citizen who figures out how to rally our people. He’ll have to be smart and fearless and strong. But smart especially. Figuring out a move that can’t be counteracted is not easy. But if he succeeds, he’ll be as famous as Washington, Jefferson or Lincoln. Because he’ll have saved the greatest nation in history from falling into tyranny.
We need a win.
I hope that President Trump finds a platform soon and gives us a rousing speech and declares himself the leader in exile of the free people of the former United States of America. I hope he gives us his version of the St. Crispin’s Day speech to raise our spirits and begin this period in exile on a high note. I hope he raises his flag and begins building an alternative to the Republican party so that we have something we can belong to that stands for what we believe in. And when he does I’ll join it on the first day and support it any way I can.
But I don’t feel like waiting. I’m in the mood to mutiny. I aim to misbehave. I hereby declare myself a charter member of Free America. Free America is the part of the former United states of America that rejects the fraudulent elections that took place in 2020 and will maintain a nation in exile until we are freed from the control of the Pretender who will soon inflict his evil and illegitimate control over us in any way he can.
I will do all that is within my very meager powers to lend support and comfort to anyone of my brothers and sisters out there who is of the same spirit. I will do my best to provide information and hopefully morale for those of us who are unrepresented in the tyrannical regime that has usurped power in Washington.
So until someone comes up with a better term and builds a more meaningful platform to represent our people, Orion’s Cold Fire will be the headquarters for Free America and the voice of free Americans living within the borders of Post-America. Tell all your friends that they are invited to come and speak their minds and share information and provide encouragement for the rest of us who don’t feel like just knuckling under and giving up all hope. Giving up is stupid and weak. There’s too much here worth keeping alive here to allow these creeps to win without even trying. So that’s what I feel like saying today. If someone smarter and stronger and with a bigger following wants to lead then let him show up and I’ll wave his banner. But until that day I’ll make a start and plant my flag and say, “Here I am.”