And no, it’s not us, although it could very well have been because we have seen all that he speaks of happen in our own native nation, but we could have never said it as well as LC & IB Dissident Frogman, who lays it out for us as clear as only somebody who has already gone through what now lies before our nation can do it (h/t LC HJ Caveman82952).
You should read it all, yet here are a few excerpts:
To the Merry Moochers who now gloat and revel as they think they voted themselves free condoms and ObamaPhones for life:
Just as they did in France, the policies you champion will affect everyone’s standards of living, directly and indirectly. If you are wealthy today, your wealth will dwindle tomorrow. If you are already poor or believe yourself so, you will never rise and prosper.
Soon, just as the French did, you will realize that you’ve elected yourself servants of an unaccountable oligarchy courted by a small intelligentsia to which you will never belong, from which you will never profit and of which you can never get rid.
To the “brave” vote abstainers and protest voters on the right:
TO THE VARIOUS BRANCHES OF LIBERTARIANISM, whether followers of the cranky Dr. Ron “The Bane of the Fed” or hipsters swapping commodity traders’ jokes on Zero Hedge as they wink-wink-nod-nod “wait for the Titanic to sink”. You who decided against opposing the Eurobama Project rather than banking on the R&R ticket who, despite all its shortcomings (whether real, perceived or invented) would nevertheless have been far more receptive to most Libertarian ideals and would have been easier to steer in the directions you favor than the Chicago Machinist will ever be, here is an enigma:
Have you ever heard about the French Libertarian Party?
We, personally, will at least give the protest voters a partial pass as they, at the very least, bothered to voice their opinion rather than the pissy cowards who sat on their duffs, pretending that their not voting absolved them of any responsibility.
To the howling idiots on the right who wail and scream that this “proves” that the only way to win is to pretend to be more Socialist than the Socialists:
[The French Right] figured, quite cynically, that they had to give the voters whatever they demanded—and moved left. They are now only nominatively Right wing, yet are consistently chided and scorned by the French press as right-wingers, ultra conservative and free market fundamentalists.
In other words, the French “Right” is now always wrong, and only has herself to blame.
You remember high school? Remember that Cool Clique, the popular kids, the cool kids, the ones that everybody listened to? Of course you do. You remember the wannabes? The ones who tried desperately be like them but couldn’t quite cut it, hoping that they’d become accepted and popular in return for their efforts? How did that work out for them?
You remember Charles “Little Green No-Balls” Johnson, once a loud and proud Rightwing Death Beast who, after the leftists started making gains, wanted to cash in by switching to the winning team? How did that work out for him?
Or how about the various brands of Nazi collaborators in Europe who, claiming that the only way to retain control of what was going on was to be more like the new overlords? How did that work out for them? The Nazis still despised them and the ones they once could call friends now hated them with a purple passion. Quite a few of them wound up dangling, well-deservedly, from whatever you could tie a rope to after the war was over. The rest of them ended up suffering even worse than the Nazis did, because if there is one thing that is universally more hated than an enemy is a traitor.
There is an old saying that I first heard in Europe: “The enemy loves the betrayal, but everybody despises the betrayer.”
So to those who preach that we must become more like the enemy, I have only this to say: You will gain no friends among the enemy’s ranks, they’ll just despise you all the more for your cowardice, but you will gain a great deal of mortal enemies among your former friends.
And, finally, to those on our side who cry out that “all is lost, we might as well just burn the flag because it doesn’t mean anything anymore and run away”:
Old Glory doesn’t mean anything, simply because you woke up last Wednesday to a measly 4 millions popular votes difference? A battle of nearly 121 million voters finds you outnumbered by four and hear, hear: the Republic is dead and the war is lost?
Try and tell that to those Americans who found themselves outnumbered and outgunned by far more disadvantageous enemy ratios, whether in a forest in the Ardennes, a hill in Korea, a valley in Vietnam or a mountain in Afghanistan. Try and tell them you’re considering giving up and burning the flag in despair.
Even though I am just a French, I am quite certain I can predict their reaction.
As can we.
Although I can understand the sentiment quite well, since I am in that very dark place myself right now where I find myself wondering “what does it matter?”
But that has to end and it WILL end. I, you, all of us caught a severe punch in the gut and we WILL require a few to catch our breath, that’s natural and understandable, but that’s it.
Then, and sooner rather than later, it is time to brush the sand out of our vaginas, ruck back up, pick our swords up and get back in the fight.
Because THAT is what matters. It’s not the outcome or the odds of a good one, it’s that we don’t curl up and die while we still have fight in us.
I don’t, and I know that all of y’all feel the same way upon sober reflection, intend to face the millions of Americans who went before us after I’m dead and hear them say “what the fuck? You just fucking GAVE UP???”
No, I don’t know yet precisely how we’re going to fight this one, but that’s irrelevant. It will show itself, it will come together, and then all that remains is “execute.”
I also don’t know the outcome or even the odds, but that’s irrelevant too. I’d like good odds, I’d love a certain outcome even more, but the only way right now to get a certain outcome lies in the certainty of defeat if we all refuse to fight, and failure is just not an option.
Not now, not ever, not standing upon what remains of the greatest nation that ever existed, built FOR us by men and women who gave up, who sacrificed, who endured one metric fuck ton more than is asked of us right now which is, really, nothing more than to promise each other that we’ll keep on fighting.
You don’t even have to remember all of our fallen in past wars, although it behooves us all to do so, all you have to do in order to find your fucking resolve again is to consider this:
Think of all of those currently posted in foreign lands, fighting on our behalf.
Your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, out there right the fuck NOW instead of being right here at home with you, putting their arses on the line in order to keep this country free and strong, risking everything in order to keep a country worth fighting FOR.
Do you want to be there when they come home, if they come home, trying to explain why the country they went off to fight for in foreign lands isn’t there anymore because you, you filthy whinging pussy, because YOU decided that it just wasn’t “worth” fighting for anymore, because all was “lost” with a narrow, contentious election while they were out there freezing their arses off getting fucking shot and shelled at 24/7?
Do you? Really now?
Then get your fucking shit together, pussies.
We had a radio show for a while we called “Keep the Home Fires Burning.” We enjoyed the heck out of it. The whole concept was A) to honor those who fight and fought for us and B) make sure that when they came home, they’d have those home fires still burning, that we’d keep those going as our duty while they were out there walking through very real fires abroad for US.
It’s time to throw some logs on those fires and stir up some shit if need be, because those flames are flickering a bit right now and we’ll be fucking DAMNED if we won’t have a hot meal ready for our boys and girls when they come marching home.
Are you with us?
Fuck the enemy. It’s easier to hit him when he’s all around you. And if we lose? Hell’s Bells, the fuckers will know they’ve BEEN somewhere.