It is now the year 2024, and after the Democrat reign of terror, everything has changed.
Private property no longer exists. The government has mandated a “Sanctuary Nation” rule, and everyone who possesses more than 1/2 acre, and a home with more than one bedroom will now be “privileged” to house refugees from across the border. If you have a garage, your car goes in the driveway and you will house them there.
Guns have all been confiscated, but sovereign citizens have moved into Government lands and are holding them with their illegal weapons.
The wealthy have been driven into the streets and shot.
“All Power to the Soviets.”
“Tribunals” (read “councils”, or “soviets”) have been set up all over the country by a Congress that now operates in the basement of the Capitol Building.
They are the vanguard, the ruling class.
the ruling class
These “tribunals” exist in every county in the land. They are outreaches of the Federal government, and they decide who gets what, and how much.
Capitalism is dead.
With no private ownership, the state has taken everything.
They get to determine who eats what, and again, how much.
They set standards on the amount of gruel each person is allocated.
Farmers have burned their crops in protest, and there is a counter-revolution, but once contained all are shot like the Romanovs.
killed like a Romanov
Ike and Betty were farmers out in Indiana.
They’d lived simple and fulfilling lives all their lives.
Until the collectivists took over.
“They will collect your soul,” Ike was fond of saying.
Betty was not so bold.
She had seen her neighbors gathered up and shipped to an inner-city work farm where dissenters were made “social workers” – dedicated to cleaning up urban blight.
“I am more afraid than Ike. He thinks there is nothing to lose, but I have heard rumors about what happens to those who stand up to the power. To the tribunals,” she said.
“There were some folk living down the road, the De Niros. They were taken into the woods and shot like rabid dogs,” he said.
“But I don’t fear such things. Gotta make a stand.”
This is the fate of those who dissent.
There can be no dissenting opinions. Not under this rule.
Tribunals have done away with social justice. There is no justice. The under-class have perverted the justice system.
With an entitled sense, they have over-thrown what they perceive as an aristocracy.
“All power to the SovietsCouncilsTribunals!”
Now everyone is poor.
No one prospers in this bleak world.
And what is really behind it?
Well, the party members do not suffer.
The new Democrat.
Only, there is no democracy; no republic.
There is only the party.
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Too far-fetched you say, this fictional scenario above?
Well, let’s take a look at the platforms of three of the major Democrat candidates in this election cycle, starting with the front-runners.
And who exactly constitutes this big “togetherness” ?
A collective, that is who.
A group that gets together and decides for the individual. In effect, killing the individual.
“Abolish the death penalty”
(unless you are a dissenter; it is open season on dissenters).
“Eliminate Private Prisons”
(along with everything that is private. read “no privacy”. wonderful, in the hands of a serial groper). we will live in our own private prison, one in which our thoughts must never manifest verbally, and we must never get in proximity of Biden and his grabby octopuses.
“End new oil and gas leases on federal land and end offshore drilling”
(and, while we are at it, end the booming economy).
“organization, organization, and organization”
She too wishes to “eliminate all private prisons”
make them all public, so the public can witness the horrors of the Gulags reserved for anyone who disagrees with her.
Banking – wants the Glass-Stegal act re-enforced
so, now the leftists will control what constitutes an “unsound loan”. guess that pretty-much precludes anyone who is not into solar power and green dumbs (err, thumbs). yeah.
Raise the Federal Minimum wage to $15.00 per hour
because it worked so well in Californication (1, 2, 3).
Eliminate the Electoral College
yeah. give those out-of-work Californicators an even more lop-sided voice in Washington. just what we need.
enough said, (already).
Ike and Betty went through a transport beam and were thrust back in time to dateline: today.
They maintained the memories of what they had witnessed in that bleak future run by DemonRATz.
Both Ike and Betty are voting for freedom.
They are voting for the rights of the individual, and for the Constitution.
Ike and Betty, former Democrats are voting for the party of the Conservative.
Ike and Betty are voting for GOP candidates (why wouldn’t anyone else, knowing what they know?).
As an American, who has always loved his country (so much so, that like a Father or Mother with their children, sometimes being critical of it…we expect so much from our children, and to me, my country is something that as citizens, we are all sort of parental to) – I’ve always tried to see my country through the spectacles of our forefathers (specifically Ben Franklin).
I’ve always tried to say, “what would they think”, “what would they do?”.
Now I know that is not popular today, ’cause as everybody knows, they were a bunch of gender-biased bigots.
Old dead white guys.
Well, this white guy is very much alive, and still loves the country they forged (and we have helped sustain).
I have to ask what they would think, as post-renaissance, renaissance men, of a new Nation that would sell out its own allies.
There can be no question in my mind that they would view what is taking place at this very moment (Egypt, Russia) as the most vile form of treachery.
Obama appears as that horrific “l’enfant terrible” that the French so aptly defined.
Like little Lord Faunterloy, he seems to me to be practicing a sort of “slash and burn” mentality…he senses that he is on his way out, so is inflicting as much damage as possible before his exit.
I pray to God in heaven that our allies will forgive us, and will realize that a new power base and leadership and mindset is on the rise in our country.
I would not blame them if they never trust us again…putting myself in their shoes (England, Egypt) – I know that I would never trust us again…but I come from the mountains and we learn to respect rattle snakes, cotton mouths and other vipers…once bitten, twice shy is our phrase.
But I would caution the world that things can “turn on a dime” in America.
We can pay off our debt to China, and we will.
We can rise to prominence again, and we will.
We also can make pledges, and we can live by those pledges (and we will).
A good one to start with is “never again”.
Never again will we allow a cretin to rise to power and inflict the kind of damage that this childish, impudent, boor of a man has inflicted not only on his own Nation, but on the world-at-large.
Harken back to the time that Obama was running for President…conjure up from the depths of your mind the angry speech that was hurled at a congregation by his minister (the right (ahem) Reverend Wright).
I believe I remember his exact words were “God DAMNED America”.
Well, I can assure you that it is NOT the God of Israel, or that same God of Christ who is having this damning effect on our Nation.
In fact, it is not a god at all.
It is a bunch of hate-filled men and women.
Hate filled, and dedicated to the prospect of tearing our Nation assunder.
This is not mere treachery; it is treason.
The collusion that Obama is taking with not only this “brotherhood” that is supposedly rising to power in Egypt (could not tell by all the fighting and killing that they are taking “by the will of the people”, now can you?)…but also with the Soviets…it is beyond apalling.
It is time for his own party to do something about him, and while they are at it, re-examine the Reids and Pelosis of the party as well (I know for damned sure that this Republican is taking a much, much more critical look at McCain).
This is beyond insanity, and beyond treason, and it is time democracy does something to right this listing ship.
The new Republican leadership needs to take a forecful, and vocal stand on the unfolding world events.
They need to be even more critical of Obama, and someone needs to reign the SOB in…quickly.
If his party can not do it, the courts (or someone) need to.
He is a rogue, and he causing damage beyond belief.
He simply needs to be stopped before it is too late (if if is not already too late).
We live in an age where the lines are no longer simply blurred, they hardly exist.
Woe unto the man or woman with mental disorders when it comes to keeping the two in their respective corners.
I am speaking, of course, of fact and of fiction.
In an age when authors blend the two in a genre known as “faction”, it becomes even more obscured when journalists practice a similar concept (the “composite” character made up of several individuals, or worse, the elusive “sources close to the White House”).
It is with cautious aforethought that The Precipice has waited this long to comment on the Arizona shooting.
We listened as the spin-meisters from the left tried to pin the whole incident on radio talk shows, or the “vitriolic” nature of we bloggers.
I think that intelligent speech is meant to be consumed by intelligent people. I think that intelligent people can “read between the lines” as my high school history teacher used to say.
Of course, you can make too much of reading between the lines, but by the same token, one has to have a built-in malarkey protector as well.
I would say that this whole even was the orchestration of a delusional mind, but also one that has been fed without the ability to use a clarity of focus to separate the facts from the spin.
The Bible speaks of “lies becoming the truth, and the truth becoming the lies”.
This young man definitely has his issues, no doubt; and I believe that his mental state is largely to blame; but also his volition.
Everything in life is a matter of choices; choosing wisely is aided by clear thinking.
Numerous articles have been published concerning the mental state of Loughner (1, 2), and I think it wholly unjust to try and make a conclusion that this all results from political discourse.
It would be just like the liberal to make such an assertion when the truth has them “up against the ropes”.
For me, I believe we should press forward with our dialogue; press forward with pushing, hard, with facts and our take on the issues.
It is what makes America strong, our free voice.
Stifling it, as the Arizona Sheriff would like to do stinks of Stalin and Mao’s “little red book”.
As for the Precipice, we will continue to sing out the truth.
But, I digress (you gotta admit, though, he was COOL – literally; he had chilly grey matter – “ees cooold in dat North Sea”).
The FIRST immigrants to the “New” World (can you say “Order in the court?”…hmmmm? Can you?).
Let’s see, I seem to remember somewheres in my vast repository of useful information some will call a waning noggin a certain LAND BRIDGE – let’s see – what was it called? hmmmm THE BERING STRAIGHT ????
Immigration in this great nation of ours started when the ASIAN crossed over from Russia, through the periphery of the Arctic circle and then down and around and into North America (one could argue that they were Ca-nooks, but, let’s not; sorry, Leif).
At any rate, immigration is truly a very old concept to this ragged Continent of our’n.
Now, I ask a simple question.
Did Leif Ericson have universal health care?
What about those first Asians? Did they have an emergency ward when they got an icey fishook gorged through their nostrils in some horrid mis-adventure?
Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it.
All immigrants are not alike.
Take the Irish, for example.
They were escaping a potato famine, and they were damned glad to get to this “land of opportunity” (seems it has now become a land of entitlement opportunity).
Did Paddy and O’leary and Shamus have a wet-nurse-maid awaiting them on the shores of “opportunity”.
Let’s forget about immigrants (just for a moment) and think about those brave young men and women in buckskins who braved the elements, left “BAH-STAN” and headed into the wilderness “to see what they could see”.
What about them?
Did they have a Humana or Mercy General out there in the rough and tumble of the Great Smoky Mountains, or the Wild West that lay beyond.
The answer, is of course, “HELL NO”.
There was no one there to wipe their snotty noses. No one to hand out free aspirin and toiletries.
In short, they had to make it. They had to rely on the natural resources. They had to rely on their “gumption”.
Now, I truly do know, full-well, that there are immigrants who approach this caliber of mindset today.
Even they are not faced with the “hardships” of those “ancients” who came before us (when, exactly when were the “mud-hut” builders of the earliest settlers in Tennessee? Ten or twelve THOUSAND years ago…I use Tennessee as example as it is buried about as far away from the Bering Land Bridge as one can get (on this Continent anyhow) to demonstrate that the West truly is much, much older than our Constitution.
So, what of it, you may say.
Well, here is “what of it”…when one sticks to basic precepts, things work pretty well. When one drifts, far afield, concepts and philosophy’s and even religions begin to unravel.
As they say where I come from “it is time to get down to brass tacks”.
There is no divine right to “a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot”; this is NOT a concept our forefathers envisioned in our Constitution.
Utopia, frankly, is a big, fat lie (as is Haight-Ashbury and every damned thing the Beatles ever thought to sing but forgot because they were too flippin’ stoned).
There is no yellow brick road, Dotty. No pot at the end of the rainbow.
What there is, though, is…
Freedom to make choices. Freedom to live without having someone breathing down your neck all the time.
Freedom to eke out (and I do mean EKE)…to eke out a living.
THIS is what “built” our country.
I believe that in the coming days, weeks, months and years, our great nation will “get back to the egg”…we will remember the people who built this nation.
But we will also remember the people who have tried to tear it down.
We won’t forget (and I pray, and I mean deep, deep prayer) that we NEVER let this mess happen again!
I walked down to the lower 40 (probably about 40, square centimeters) to pick some tomatoes for my morning breakfast and noted the withering vine.
Of course, in part, it is owed to the time of year (although of the last several years I have been known to pick them Christmas day), but in most part, as are all things from the world of agrarian production, they are wholly (well, it would seem) dependent on the weather.
This global warming is of little concern to me this year, but everyone I know is talking of the incredible amount of rainfall we’ve encountered (in particular where it has affected our tomato crops – for we hillbilly’s LOVES our ‘maters).
Well, the lower, back-yard sits on what is known in some collective, socialist, root-kissing circles (root-kissers are the next evolution for tree-huggers) as a “blue waterway”.
Now, I’ve been here going on five years now, and normally the blue waterway is nothing more than dried clay. We have a wet year, and it becomes a mix of creek and swamp.
So, as you can see, too much water and the next thing I know my tomato crop is halved and my cypress trees begin to die.
It’s a soggy, boggy…suck! (like a root-kisser).
You pray for water as a farmer, but you don’t want to over-do your prayers.
Too much of a good thing.
A metaphor for the hedonistic yet morbidly vapid approach the spendthrift Dems take in “running” our great Nation (to its knees, actually) – a fruit that withers on the vine due to excess hydration is a prime example of “too much” liberal, socialist policy.
You wind up with rotten tomatoes.
I think the same principle applies to governing (in fact, all things farming are a form of governing; remember the terminology in its “exact” interpretation – to govern, after all, is to limit (as in a governor on an engine)).
in farming, you always want just the right mix of everything. This is the recipe for success.
Too much fertilizer and you burn the plants.
Too much water and they rot from the root up.
Too much sun…you get the picture.
I think we’ve had too much Obamanation, personally.
Too much socialism.
Point-in-fact; let’s paint a picture of a world where the Dems get all the socialist programs their hearts so madly (and recklessly) desire.
Can you imagine a glut of doctors and nurses in this country?
Well, under Obamanation, it is exactly what you’ll receive.
Once the programs are in place, medical universities will become clearing houses. They will pipe students through programs like, well…”pate de foie gras” through a goose.
That’s right, folks.
Our esteemed and hallowed halls will become indoctrination mills for up-and-comers from God-only-knows where.
I mean, how do you think they will handle the increased demand that their “give-away-health-care” will place on the society ?
When salt flows free, it ruins the flavor of food.
When a health-care system will provide your every need, we’ll even be expected to eat at the government fast-food houses.
Everything, and I mean literally everything, will be incorporated into the health-care system.
We’ll buy our groceries at hospitals.
Probably our smart cars (imagine just how those mean, old seat-belts affect your health) will be mandated as “USDA-approved as so-so-so GOOD FOR YOU!”.
If your neighbor barks at you because your dog is crapping in his yard – he (your neighbor) will be a candidate for “anger management” school (and, NO, he won’t have an option).
“It’s a mandate for improving our society”, don’t you know.
You’re probably sitting back saying, “Precipii, you’re over the edge on this one” – HELL YES, I stay over the edge.
I promised you when I started this blog that it would be edgy, and I hope I always live up to it (gotta release the talons sometimes to go on a hunger-hunt).
So, how would “plenty” kill a falcon? How does a falcon know when he’s had just about ENOUGH?
Eat too many rats provided from a “system” that gives you anything your heart desires, and even a falcon’s fat gut won’t take flight.
A falcon knows when to quit stuffing his gut with government propagated propagandai.
Can’t get off the ground? Stop eating at the government pig-sty.
This system is promising everything in the world, to anybody dumb enough to believe it.
It’s simply too good to be true, and it is put forth by a bunch of do-gooder Dems who always promise the moon and stars (and deliver nothing but more graft, greed and heart-ache for you and me).
Think “union” here (and all the wonderful, wonderful things those blue-collar bums have done for you and me, lately).
The reason I believe that capitalism will ultimately prove to withstand the maelstrom that is this Obamanomics, or socialist onslaught, or radical agenda (or whatever you want to call this “thing” that is the Obama-rovoltalution) is as obvious as the nose on your face…it is putrefying sin.
It is slothful, it is greedy, it is bloated on too much excess (and oh so too, excessively so).
Do you really believe that I will not plant tomatos again next year?
Or that farmers will re-plant corn after a rough year…or buy new hogs, or head’s of cattle, or sheep?
Life will go on, and so will the process of ex-change.
Next year, we may have the perfect mix of rain and sun, and fertile-fertile soil. If not next year, maybe the year after.
But, it will come again.
Every farmer knows this.
Whether you’re farming for beef, or for grain, or for ‘taters (or how about simply digging silicon up out of the ground) – whatever your racket, I guarantee you that capitalism assures you a plentiful crop once again in the future.
The dems run on running out.
Capitalism runs on faith that we’ll never run out.
It assures us that we will once again walk on the moon.
It assures us there will be brighter days (and no, it is not MY God…it is simply the plan that my God set before me – read your bible – it (capitalism) far, far pre-dates Marx, and Lenin, and Lennon – damned hippies and their sandal-wearing perversions).
And thus, the spirit of capitalist adventure, and of capital reinvestment (in some by-God something that makes sense – more so than a government-run any by-God thing), of the real hope that capitalism assures (with Adonai’s blessing, of course) – it will, once again (like my tomatoes) THRIVE!
Such is life in the agrarian world.
But such is life also, in the mechanized world of production.
So is life in the computerized world of Bernoulli’s machine (1, 2, 3, 4) – there will be feast once again! You can compute on it.
It does compute!
You can count on it.
Capitalism will survive this massive onslaught that is (and has been) the Democrats “answer” to what ails us.
That’s really their problem, you know?
They think they know.
They do not.
They think they know our bodies better than we know them ourselves!
And how, you might ask?
They think they are God Almighty!
They’ve been conditioned to think this way.
It is in the spirit of “you can do anything” (reference what teachers and other polly-anna’s will tell ya anymore).
Well, if you can do anything, donkey, strap a rocket to your ass and fly yourself to the moon sans-capital.
Without money, you might make it to El Segundo.
They think they know what ails us, and none of those poker-playing assholes in Congress really get it (was it poker or solitaire those bastards were playing last week? 1, 2, 3).
We are tired of their damned shenanigans.
Tired of bills they’ve published, but never read.
Tired of incompetence, and most-of-all, double-dog tired of morons who have been indoctrinated and then turned loose on this social structure and government without an inkling of either good sense, or even (methinks) real ability to do their f***ing jobs.
That is the way of internet education (back in my day, it was related to receiving a doctorate through the mail from some institution with a high-sounding name like “Prince-Town U” or something).
Ah, it is a poor musician who blames his instrument (and God, how I do love the net).
I believe that government has proven itself highly capable of such acts in the past.
Look at what a joke our government has become (and is becoming).
Soon, by God, we will rival even France, or dare I say it? Quebec !
Now, the truth is, I believe there is probably a French underground (just like when Hitler was in charge), and I mean no ill-will toward the Francs. The fact is, I like the fellas (and their gals). Hell, one could make the case that I am part French (and probably, the better part).
But the fact also remains, that in our heart’s and minds, they represent a center of socialist “intellectual” thought, and this is why I pick on them (at them, really – it’s fast becoming a cliche).
Intellectualism can not be bound by some “old-country” thought.
But the fact remains, look at the examples set by others.
Look at the Nordsmen, or the Slavs, or the Ruskies, or the Chinamen for heaven’s sake.
Where on earth has socialism actually worked ?
So, what of abundance?
Well, when the money grows on the government tree, you can bet your bottom dollar (little as it will be worth) that not only will its value be in decline, but the value of everything else will be too.
This is the way of socialism.
Like my tomato plants, liberal application of water causes the plant to rot from the roots up.
This is what happens when kiss-slobber gets all over your roots.
Too much water (and too much groupie-love) will infect the whole body (and probably with more than just feel-good feelings – can you say “razor-blades” ???).
Like a social disease (and that is exactly what socialism is), too much of this “good thing” will cause the entity (you and me) to wither and die, just like my tomatoes (or worse; God, how I hate self-inflicted pain).
We really do not want to be forced to survive such nonsense.
Personally, I’ve simply just had – too much…Obama.
Every kid knows what it is like to pick up that white, globular, feathery lollipop on stick and send its seeds (much to the discontent of every lawn meister) scattering throughout creation to as far as the four winds will carry them.
Give it a week or so, and the yellow sentinels begin to multiply like rabbits, along with my blood pressure. They take over the whole neighborhood (if you let them).
Last week, we witnessed what the media and the left are branding as “kooks” get all upset over socialized health care at all these town hall meetings.
Shirts were torn, dignity flew out the window, and all respect for freedom was as shredded as that poor man’s shirt we saw so much of in the press last week.
Normally, I do not take part in civil discourse (of the assembling variety).
The sixties and seventies pretty much turned me off to that.
I hate protesters, loathe protesting, and generally can not stand for the “sit-in” crowd – so I avoid it like the plague that I believe it is.
This week, I feel so motivated and will change that attitude.
I did not participate in the tea parties.
I did not get “up in arms” at the townhall meetings these government officials were holding to measure the pulse of their constituency over socialized health care (as if they had no clue as to what was coming from the polls and conventional wisdom).
I guess they only listen to the polls they choose to listen to.
Well this week, in my little community, there is a sinister, big, bad government that is ready to countermand our State-level regulation that states that we have the right (responsibility, I believe) to carry hand guns (concealed, of course) in our parks (I wonder how many joggers would have been raped in central park were those magnificent New Yorkers and all their vain-glorious laws and rules and regulations able to carry pistolios in their parks?).
When my Grandpa was still living, he revealed something to me that I think no one else knew about him.
On the outside, he appeared the consummate Republican, but behind the scenes was a slightly different story.
He never gave (I don’t think) a red cent to the party.
He told me “the only thing worth contributing to is the NRA. It is the only thing standing between you, and big government, and even bigger politicians”.
Now, more than ever, I agree with old Grandad.
He had it just about right.
When people get attacked for speaking their hearts, liberty dies.
The politicians are now completely unregulated. They are running amok, forcing their policies, bright ideas (and the taxation that pays for them) down our gullets.
And so now, I feel so motivated.
I’ll go to our townhall meeting and I’ll tell those fat-assed, cigar-chomping politicians what I think about them taking away now even our right to protect ourselves in this “so-called” free society.
I’ll tell them what I think about their policies and their procedures and their “due” process (and maybe something about their lousy opinion polls too).
I’ll tell them that they are trying to get away with rape, and with murder (of the worst order), and they wish to take away our guns to ensure that they get away with this menace they represent.
I’ll also tell them that now that I’m a man, I don’t pick up the dandelion seeds and scatter them any more. Now, I grip them in my fist and throw them in the garbage in my house where they belong.
Landfills would look much better covered in dandelions.
Oh, and did I mention that my lawn is nothing but green, green grass?
That is what happens when you tend to things reckless, radical, deviant and prolific.
Let them get out of control, and they take over everything.
Now there is a place for the little yellow monsters, and I believe they are well-suited to grow in the garbage dump – BUT NOT IN MY BACKYARD !!!
There MUST be something there to protect the individual, and our right to keep and bear arms provides that avenue to the responsible and to the true lovers of freedom, liberty and democracy.
So this week, I will exercise my right to assembly.
I will exercise my right to be heard by my city officials, and the right that guarantees this by backing up my words with unabashed and carnivorous pearly white incisors (or shiny copper jackets, take your pick).
Thank you, Grandad.
Thank you for always standing for what you believed, and instilling that wisdom and courage in me.
And now, on to the next phase of the “Obama-lution”.
May the peace of God be with us as we seek to eradicate the seeds of this vile, soul-less and statist revolution that so defines these scumbag, hippie-pigs from the left.
Unlike Hitler’s Brownshirts and gestapo, you are NOT going to get away with murder in America’s heartland.
Not in the green, green grass of my peaceful little town, anyway (and it’s peaceful because everyone knows that we will take care of business with guns we’ve held in our hands since we were each and all five years of age!).