21 August 2021
And so it is that while millions of Americans waited for the other shoe to drop, since that first shoe dropped on 9/11, there were millions of other Americans who did not believe, or bother to wonder about — even the existence of another shoe. That other shoe just fell on Kabul this past week.
But back to the first shoe that dropped on 9/11.
The American and international diatribe and tripe from the socialist idiots and Marxist jerks back then was:
9/11 is the fault of America. The World no longer loves us. If only, if only, we, America, could somehow grovel enough and ask, plead, beg — the rest of the world to understand us. If only, if only, we, the gung-ho Americans, could find a way to prove that we’re part of the Community of Nations.
America the Non-Beautiful was sung by the spoiled brats during that 7th inning stretch that has become a dim memory in a nation that once had a national pastime which did not involve desecrating the monuments of patriots, guardians, and giants of the historic past.
And, so, the years went by, with half of the electorate partying away night and day, and sleeping in between their jaunts and their taunts at the other half of the electorate, the people who work hard to make this nation the crowning jewel of democracy in the world. Those humble and humiliatingly ignored people believe in honor, truth, justice: The American Way.
That one-half of America that inexplicably couldn’t and wouldn’t face reality — it seemed to always win the day, and win that too-close-to-call election. Until a most unexpected and horrifying awakening occurred, within the past four years — and the American Politicians, asleep with power-drunk narcolepsy at the wheel, saw the Americans who had woken up. Those Americans of valor had daringly conducted their own form of civil disobedience: they’d refused to vote for 5-7 election cycles. In 2020, they came out of doors, in droves, to show their consciences, to vote for those consciences.
The panic button, or, I should say, millions of panic buttons, got hit. And we, the true Americans, the real Americans, the Americans who do, in fact, exist, we were COVID-ordered into our houses while the thieves of our constitutional liberties held such festive events as “Democracy in the Park”, which was, in truth, in fact, in reality, the Celebration of Ballot Harvesting.
Those months were ones of frenzy during a summer’s end of 2020, a season that would spell the end of so many things in America. But not America herself. This phenomenal nation will steadfastly continue to defy the forces of destruction within her borders and outside of them.
And now our allies feel betrayed by the colossal, and obscene, catastrophes created by an impotent and evil man, a petty vindictive loser who was shoved down the throats of America as the pathetic package of:
the savvy aging man of wisdom, the experienced statesman in his final phase of sage guidance, the citizen of the world who could lead the world.
The BS was piling very fast and very high last year, when the election of 2020 was in the sights of the biggest heist in the history of at least this nation. Our allies, cynically misguided by their elected leaders, the corporate shills who likewise look away from the best interests of their own nations, those bellyachers now feel done in by the very man whom they embraced, just two months ago — as one of their own, a member of the club, the leader of the free world. They did everything but French kiss the demented guy who would, within the space of weeks, prove beyond any doubt the real truth that had been told, and loudly, by the patriots of this great land.
Those heads-of-state knew the truth about a man whose name I cannot type and will not speak. I almost shudder to think of what their spies, their real spies, had, for real, on this Yankee borrachín, talking big, while US GIs fight and die, so he can jut his mug of a glass jaw in the next staged photo-op. Then his cataclysm consumes even more soldiers, and he hides and cowers in the corner of his basement.
For four years, those European heads-of-state treated an American hero, his wife, his family, and his friends as if they were pariahs. It was a sickening sight for me to have watched; and then, during this past year, to observe their about-face as they fawned over a feeble curmudgeonly fraud whose life has, for decades, clearly been a calculated swindle of trusting and untrusting souls.
He will have his final days on this earth, and then full justice will be served to him.
As for America, as for her coveted place in this world, as for the trust that has been so swiftly squandered by a cabal of crooks, traitors, and moral cretins, I can only say that due process has been due the anti-American crowd for a long time. That process is gonna take a long time for the treasonous wretches to get their due. And well it should.
Such vengeance is the Lord’s. A heaping helping of retribution is being served to the greedy pigs who treated, and treat, human life like disposable poker chips on their game-board of getting rich at the expense of a free and proud people, and, most immorally, through their sons and daughters. For the United States to treat the citizen as cannon fodder is a bit too European, even for those in this nation who seem to have a fixation toward becoming more Continental.
The lives that have been sacrificed in the name of freedom, while the “leaders” and the politicians of a free nation have overseen the desecration of her liberties — those lives, their memories, their legacies, and their ghosts will haunt forever those demons in the midst of our democracy. Whether or not those ghouls have enough of a conscience to feel guilt is irrelevant; it all evens out in the end. Their quietus won’t be quiet.
A fish rots from the head down. At this point, the good citizens of America are cutting the fish, not the bait.
A truly heroic leader, a wartime prime minister in a Great Britain of the long-ago, that aristocrat of birth, mind, heart and soul was named Winston Churchill. His statue was put into a pine box during that fateful summer of 2020. Sir Winston Churchill was given a Time-Out from History by a pygmy of a prime minister whose time-out from history will never end, because his time in history has already been erased by his overweening quest for fame and idolatry. I suggest the next PM try actually LEADING the British peoples.
I do not know whether Winston Churchill is back in his wooden box this summer, but I do know that his gallantry, pluck, and stoutheartedness are never on a time-out, in Great Britain or in the United States. Our “special relationship” is one of ongoing and constant definition, an alliance forged by the rabble among us, not by our depraved and dishonest politicians.
Mr. Churchill, from his glorious past, makes a few statements from his perch in that celestial pantheon of champions for courage. There’s a shrine the current crop of political frauds will never enter. The words of this man are always inspirational for me, as well as for anyone looking for a few tips on hewing to ideals, and strengthening the will to win — against overwhelming odds.
Those overwhelming odds include vanquishing the career cowards in America, and in the homeland of Churchill. Those voted-in poltroons have yet to even comprehend their roles in fashioning this appallingly traitorous debacle of the 21st-century called the Fall of Afghanistan.
That waterloo was produced by a craven dereliction of duty by one man, installed in a position of supreme power; but this crisis was also wrought by other human hands, grasping for coin, not courage. The tragedy of the Fall of Afghanistan was so avoidable and preventable that its gut-wrenching repercussions are not measurable on a human scale. Only God knows those consequences, and that divine discernment is fine with me. L’homme propose et Dieu dispose. Man proposes and God disposes.
During the unfolding of this real-life parade of horribles, the good and decent peoples of the countries of the civilized world contend with the questions of previous historic horrors, as they wonder, how and why. The answers, if they come at all, will arrive only through faith of a sort that the villains involved in this debacle cannot muster. For they had a hero in their midst, and they betrayed him.
We, the patriots of the United States, and of the nations of the free world, we can find common cause with these words from a commander of yesteryear, a lion-hearted man to revere — now more than ever.
Continuous effort – not strength or intelligence – is the key to unlocking our potential.
If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.
Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing has happened.
Never, never give in, never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts.
This is no time for ease and comfort. It is time to dare and endure.
Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realise that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.
To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.