Amid the Sturm und Drang of the last week or so everyone has been thrown into turmoil as the Left attempts to cast out President Trump and all of the fallen angels in his camp into the Outer Darkness where they hope there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
But sad to say for them, we are still here.
In fact, I’m having a remarkably good day. The sun is shining. My granddaughter spent a remarkably vigorous half hour jumping around on a gym mat and occasionally on my stomach while I read over the body count from the pogroms. My breakfast tasted just as good and Camera Girl was just as cantankerous as ever about my table manners. Sure, the popular culture I am surrounded by is just as dysfunctional and toxic as ever. Nancy Pelosi is winding up her impeachment machine in a foot race with the last week of the President’s term and Democrat and Republican hypocrites are baying for the blood of anyone they can tie to the January 6th farce at the Capitol.
And yet, we’re still here.
I intend to write my posts and write my stories and talk to my friends and raise my family the way that I see fit. They’ll still have to go a long way to make this the Soviet Union. And now that they hold all the offices and pull all the strings they’ll find that all the anger that will accrue when they torture us over COVID and allow the BLM thugs to attack people will be pointed directly at them. They will find out that when you unleash chaos it doesn’t just break things you want it to. Some of that chaos finds its way back to you.
I find it kind of liberating to see everything out in the open. Everybody knows who is on their side and who is on ours. The masks are gone. Amazon and Facebook and Twitter and Apple and Google have shown their true face. They can quit the routine where they pretend they’re just trying to earn a living. They hate us and now we can hate them right back. When someone finds a way to hurt them we don’t have to make sympathetic noises about how sad it is. Driving them out of business is the most patriotic thing you can possibly do. When someone hacks Amazon one day soon and causes them a trillion dollars in losses we can laugh out loud. When Apple’s next phone is an Edsel I’ll cheer. When Twitter crashes and burns I’ll declare a holiday.
And the endless call to build our own platforms is finally being answered. Gab has been alone in the wilderness for four years and now that everyone else has been shutdown they’re overloaded with new customers. I checked out my page there and things are so bogged down by the new traffic that it’ll take weeks for them to get the server space up and running to make it work right. If President Trump opens a page there Andrew Torba will probably have to charge admission just to keep up with the demand. And he should. What will need to happen is Gab or Parler will have to put the whole thing on a profitable basis. They’ll charge everyone a couple of bucks a month and suddenly social media will be something worth being on. That will eliminate the bots and the losers and it will actually resemble an ocean of different communities.
And last of all, I’m looking forward to the first BLM riot that ends with twenty or thirty Antifa clowns blown up. I figure eventually someone will set up a big old bomb and put it where the arsonists can accidentally set it off. Now that will be what I call poetic justice. I’m imagining Dementia Joe and Cryin’ Chuck making a call for unity and healing. I’ll laugh myself asleep that night.
So here we are in Post-America, living under the occupation forces of Dementia Joe. The horror is only beginning and it will be pretty awful.
But we’re still here and we’ll make it work.