WAKING UP ON THE SOUTHERN SIDE OF THE RUBICON
After four years, the Legacy Media, Big Tech and the Democratic Party finally got what they needed to usher in a slew of Authoritarian Policies that will make The Patriot Act seem like band camp.
Whenever, wherever, we’re meant to be together, I’ll be there, and you’ll be near…And that’s the deal, my dear!
I remember which morning it was when my teenage-self developed my new-found obsession for Colombian women. I think the high-brow revelation I made aloud to myself, as I watched the new Shakira music video on VH1, doing what only Latina woman can do, in front of a green-screened mountain, was: “Man, who needs tits when you’ve got hips!”
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don’t confuse them with mountains!
It was 6:30am-ish. I can’t remember when school started for me. I think it was 7:30? It was early. Probably early enough to be considered cruel and unusual punishment by today’s standards. I was whistling the Shakira’s spicy new single while in the shower of the house I grew up in, in San Diego. It was built in the 50s. Coupling that with San Diego’s climate means the walls had virtually no insulation. Just dry wall and the wood used for the framing. Which means you could literally hear anything that was going on in the house at all times.
I shut off the shower and continued whistling as I dried off. I could hear my TV still going. I could hear the living room TV. And I could hear my brother and my dad talking. And then their voices stopped. When you’re a child, it’s the loud noises that scare you. As you get older… you know it's often silence that tells you something is wrong. There’s a profoundly strange eeriness that hits you when life’s white noise suddenly cuts out.
My brother and my dad had stopped speaking. There was just the two TVs going, and nothing else.
The date of course, was September 11th, 2001.
I’d like to claim that at the age of 16 or 17, I was such a grounded, freedom-loving-Patriot that I knew exactly what was going to happen. And that I watched in horror, knowing the literal falling of the twin towers also represented a symbolic falling of our freedoms!! And that I knew something like the Patriot Act was coming! And that I should have been whistling Vera Lynn’s We’ll Meet Again (the song over the nuclear bomb montage at the end of Dr. Strangelove) while I was in the shower, because I saw all blowing up!!!!!
But I didn’t.
So I went to school. And all the teachers that looked out for me. Well… we talked like I always imagine the way men talked. Like the way my dad talked to his old friends. And all the teachers I feuded with (I know most of you probably didn’t “feud” with your half your teachers, but for me, it was a thing), well… we didn’t feud much for that school year.
And there was a lot of hugging. And everyone just had each other.
But even with all my naïve bliss (that just about everyone who was a teenager in the 90s had), as I watched the towers fall, I did know that things were going to change… that some things were never going to be the same.
It’s been nearly twenty years since I had that feeling. Twenty long, contemplative years. Long enough for me to remember that saying you went into the military for patriotic reasons was acceptable, only for me to get out five years and feeling safer telling people I was some sort of “thrill seeker” Long enough for me to break a heart and have someone else break mine. Long enough to see my beloved Chargers leave San Diego. Long enough to pick up a coke problem, and long enough beat it. Long enough to watch Barack Obama (whom I voted for, once) go from the president of hope and change, to relentlessly bombing children and stoke the flames of racial division. Long enough to see social media go from being a new way to shoot your shot with random chicks in your city, to being so powerful and corrupt that they swung an entire election.
And long enough to look back at 9/11, and the ensuing Patriot Acts, and Edward Snowden being exiled in a city of our oldest enemy, and Julian Assange get thrown to the wolves to rot in prison… and know exactly why, all of nearly two decades ago why, even as a naïve punk kid, I had that pit in my stomach.
It’s been nearly twenty years since I had that feeling…
When I saw a bunch of Trump supporters larping around the capitol building, once again, I’d like to claim that the gravity of the mistake they made immediately hit me. I would love to be able to tell everyone that “I watched on in horror as!!!… etc-etc-etc, blah-blah blah,” but I didn’t.
I sat there, a grin on my face for a few minutes. What can I say? To watch the left turn the country to ashes for 7 straight months and face virtually zero repercussions made me angry.
So I allowed myself a moment guilty bliss.
And then I watched the video of Ashli Babbit take a round in the neck, and the ensuing screaming that went on between the Trump supporters and the Police, and the look on Babbit’s face as she bled… knowing she was going to die.
And then… then my eyes got all squinty, because that’s what happens when you start to cry. You sniffle, and squint, and clinch your jaw… and then you either wipe the tears from your eyes and cheeks, or you let them sit there.
I choose to let them sit there. I didn’t want to see clearly. Being a former Navy Diver, I’ve spent a cumulative month or two of my life under water. Sometimes, during the downtime on a long dive, I’d remove my mask and just breathe from my regulator while letting the bare ocean water hit my eyes. It was always cathartic for me.
Watching Ashli, a girl who deployed four times to Afghanistan, laying on the ground, knowing that it’s about to end for her in this awful, tragic, unceremonious way… I didn’t want to see clearly. I just wanted to stare into the blurry liquid fog that were my tears, just like I used to stare into the vast expanse of salt water, all those years ago, before all those knee and shoulder surgeries, and a ruined nasal cavity… back when I used to be a whole man, not bits and parts of one, held together by the duct tape of modern medicine and a sheer force-of-pigheadedness… back to simpler times, when Americans generally loved each other, or at least wanted to, goddamn it.
Back when weren’t our own worst enemy.
But I — and we — have to open our eyes to the reality of what just happened. The Democratic Party, which unthinkably controls all 3 chambers, just got their 9/11.
Their 9/11.
In the years to come, Ashli Babbit’s face will become as notoriously familiar in the Americana mythos as the smoking twin towers are. The pretty girl next door who served in our military wearing the infamous red hat will become the face of the Media’s and the Democratic Party’s manufactured Coup D’etat.
Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake. -Sun Tzu
Everybody needs to understand what just happened: The Democrats sat by and finally got the mistake they needed out of Trump supporters.
For six months the left has been burning this country to the ground. The BLM and Antifa riots have been directly responsible for 40+ deaths and over 4 billion in infrastructure damage (and counting). But it doesn’t matter because they’ve been given a political hall pass by the media and by the Democratic party itself. “Stay in the streets, it’s working,” AOC tweeted out, literally the day after someone was killed by BLM the night before. I could go on, ad nausea, about all the violence that has been condoned by the Democratic Party over the past 4 years, but what’s the point? It doesn’t matter. We’ve been at the point where rules and standards only apply to one side for years now.
For six months, the left has been burning this country to the ground. The Democratic party sat back, praying for a mistake. Praying that their BLM or Antifa pawns would get gunned down by some frustrated small business owner who just watched his life go up in flames. Praying that someone in a MAGA hat would retaliate with reciprocal force so they could get what they’ve always wanted.
Even the Capitol Building being stormed has happened before, all of two whole years ago by a bunch of idiots in in Handmaid’s Tale outfits. The media and the Democratic Party? They, of course, hailed them as heroes (even though half of them literally called themselves revolutionaries). Just add it to the list of double-standards-actions perpetrated by the left, all serving one purpose: to get the Trump supporters to make a mistake.
And on January 6th, 2021, they sat back like Sun Tzu probably did a thousand times, and gleefully watched as people in MAGA hats finally made a mistake.
There’s an expression… “The ink was still wet by the time they, etc. etc. etc.…” Well, the statements they read, and the articles they ran, weren’t coming from paper and parchment with wet ink; the ink had been bone-dry for quite some time. And the paper itself was crinkly and old. Because the stories CNN and the New York Times and the rest of the Legacy Media got to run have been sitting in the top drawers on their desks since 2016.
The Media and the Democrats finally got the coup they had been begging for.
Of course no one in their right mind actually thinks this was an attempted coup or “insurrection” as Beijing Asterisk Biden puts it. It was a handful of people amidst a massive group of Americans that have been relentlessly ridiculed and gaslit for 4 years, and at wits end after the entire judicial and political establishment refused to even hear their grievances, at the end of a period where their political and ideological opposition was literally allowed to burn the country down and commit murder for the past six months.
…They made a mistake.
I’ve been there before, outside of some dive bar in Fucktown USA, in an ill-advised fist fight with some guy I probably could have ended up being friends with under just about any other circumstances. And despite all the whisky and blow, you manage to get two or three of your knuckles onto his chin, and he goes down.
And then it takes over. And you start hammering away on the guy as his arms drop to the sidewalk and his eyes roll back in his head… taking your own shortcomings as a boyfriend and your shortcomings as a son out on some guy who would have probably helped you to your feet, if he been the one to that landed the lucky shot.
So there they were, outside of Capitol Hill, and it took over. And they walked in, and they wouldn’t stop punching the guy outside of the dive bar.
And then Ashli Babbit was dead.
And the Democrats got their 9/11.
Everyone needs to watch the video of Ashli dying, because she deserves the fucking tears. Because the reality is, none of us were upset when we first saw the images of MAGA hats in the chamber. Most of us probably felt great about it. A wise Canadian once said that nobody thinks they would be a Nazi if they were in Germany back in the 40s, but the odds are, you probably would be.
Well, who amongst us would have tried stay the crowd as the mob entered the building? Most of us would have went along with it; most of us would have got Ashli Babbit killed. So you fucking watch the video and you shed the fucking tears. And when you’ve done enough crying, and you’ve stared into the fog for long enough, you wipe your eyes and get a long, hard look at what the childish larping just cost the country.
The Democrats control all 3 chambers, and they’re emboldened and totally empowered by their 9/11.
They are going to ram through as many Woke/Progressive/Marxist abomination of policies as they possibly can. They’re going to go for an all-out assault on the 1st and 2nd amendment. They’re going to ask Puerto Rico if they want to become a state in an effort to add two blue senators. And they’re going to try and pack the courts. They are going to come as hard as they can at anyone who still dares to support Trump, labeling them traitors. They are going to try and charge Trump and his whole family with a crime. In short, the gloves are officially off. Censorship is going to skyrocket to Orwellian levels. Any unwritten rules or ‘decorum’ that once existed have just been loaded onto a rocket and launched into a supermassive blackhole.
1/6 is going to be 9/11 on fucking steroids.
Do you get it yet? Yes, that’s Rome in front of you. Yes, the Rubicon is miles and miles behind you. Yes, every major institution this country (including the Democratic Party itself) is going to try and exact its revenge on anyone who supported Trump. Yes, the next couple years are probably going to be the worst of your life.
So where do you go from here?
In a soldier’s stance I aimed my hand, at the mongrel dogs who teach. Fearing not I’d become my enemy, in the instant that I preach. Sisters fled by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. -My Back Pages, by The Byrds. (Listen to it, now)
2020. We were so much older than, we’re young than that now.
So, what changes?
Honestly, I don’t think much changes. It’s time for you (yes you, reading this) to get involved in some sort of local politics. But that had to happen whether or not we were dragged across the Rubicon.
In a previous article I wrote, I asserted that there was plenty of light at the end of the tunnel. What happened down ballot for the Republicans doesn’t change. I know you’re tempted to think that perhaps “the right” just lost all their momentum, but that would be short sighted.
In the days after George “Fentanyl” Floyd died, support for BLM was at an all-time high. It took all of three months for BLM support to fall even lower than where it started. It’s because the left are a bunch fucking children, of course. To be more specific, it’s because they can’t help themselves. If you give the left an inch, every single time, they will take a mile.
Death.
Taxes.
The Left taking a mile.
The next two years will be nothing short of an absolute masterclass on the left going too far. Couple that with the fact we have a President that is going to make America poor again (the idea that Joe Biden will do more right by the rust belters than Trump did is scream-laughable), and you’ll also see an absolute masterclass on just how much things can change in 24 months.
And while the Establishment Republicans within the party itself have proven to be probably more stupid than the Democrats (Both Perdue and Loeffler just lost their elections because they decided to distance themselves from Trump because they thought he — the guy who got the most Republican votes of all time and the guy who had higher in-party approval than Ronald Reagan — was an anchor, not the buoy), there are a slew of younger conservatives and populists coming up through the ranks that have substantially more brains and more spine than the Lindsay Graham and Mitch McConnell.
(EDIT: According to Rasmussen, Trump’s approval rating is actually UP since the 6th. So yeah… ’22 going to be rough for establishment GOP)
They must be elevated. Yes, it is your job to learn about them and then tell your friends.
Lastly, I’ll leave you with this.
It’s important to remember that the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was to convince the world that he doesn’t exist. Or for a modern interpretation: The greatest tool the establishment has is making you believe you can’t change anything.
So you recognize the grim reality of the fact that America is about to enter its second post-9/11 phase.
But don’t you believe for one second that this is the end. This is only the end if you let it be.
Do you really want to let yourself get beat by these sniveling, hypocritical cowards? Is this how you want America to end?… with you and a bunch of your friends talking about how it’s over? By a bunch of losers on Twitter who have never got to put their mouths on a real nipple in their entire life? By a bunch of dumbasses claiming to be socialists while wearing one of AOC’s 58 dollar shirts?
Or are you going to take a long, hard look in the mirror and let this be your finest moment? Is this the moment where you will be able to look back and tell your grandkids what part you played in saving America?
Because whether you think it’s all over, or you don’t, guess what?
You’re right.
