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What Part Of “Existential” Don’t People Get?

Let’s cut the horseshit, kids.
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There are not “Democrats” and “Republicans”.

There are not “Conservatives” and “Never Trumpers”.

Can we get serious?

There are Totalitarian Communists. And then, everybody else.

That group of “everybody else”? Those are Americans.

Period.

There is nothing American about Totalitarian Communism.

Never has been. Never will be.

You aren’t going to carve out enclaves of “Free America”. Because it means you’d have to cede refuges for totalitarian communism somewhere else, and nearby. Like that would ever work, once in human history. How did that go in Korea? Vietnam? Laos? Cambodia? Cuba? Venezuela? Hungary? Czechoslovakia? Poland? And countless other places? They’re never satisfied with less than everything, and once they’ve got that, they smash it to pieces while gorging at the trough themselves, and devil take everyone else. It always ends in a pyramid of human skulls, every damned time it’s tried. Fuck that idea, sideways, with a dull rusty chainsaw.

You aren’t going to pick the peas, carrots, and scrambled egg out of the fried rice, and divvy up neat little enclaves.

It’s not possible.

It’s not practical.

And no one could ever do it, in a million years.

And even if you magically could, where in hell do you think you’d put them?? No one else wants them, here nor anywhere else. You might could palm them off on Cuba, but only if they can swim there.

The only thing that will work EVER, is going to be bog-simple:

One side is going to be alive within US territory afterwards. One side is not.

That’s IT.

That’s what “existential” means.

One side is going to exist.

The other side is going to cease to exist.

If anybody is still hazy on the concept, I invite you to discuss what this looks like with the Carthaginians. Shout loud: Tunisia is a long ways off, and it’s hard to hear with six feet of dirt over your bones.

So make your decision whether you’re going to be the Romans, or the Carthaginians, in the next such struggle. It’s coming at you like a freight train, and there’s no third option if you plan to live in the U.S.

Totalitarian Communism delenda est.

You’re not going to carve out your happy homeland from amidst the rubble of FUSA. Not anywhere. Mothereffing Texas, FFS, is as purple as can be. So is Florida. North Carolina. New Hampshire. Even Alaska and Montana aren’t pure anything, and anyone who thinks otherwise is deluding themselves. So forget “Redoubt” nonsense. It’s a porn mag fantasy.

You may have an easier time of it in some places than in others (which just tells you where the first bases are going to be), but in the end, you’re going to have to either win, or lose, everywhere, because commies, like rust, never quit, and they never sleep.

So wrap your head around what’s going to have to happen, sooner or later, instead of being all shocked and butthurt when Reality smacks you across the face like 8 pounds of frozen mackerel. And get busy getting ready for that day, instead of daydreaming about how it’ll be when your little patch is free and happy forever, like it’s been at no point in human history.

You’re gonna need a bigger boat.

A loud whine and a sternly-worded letter to the editor isn’t going to cut it.

You’re not voting your way out of this. Elections are over. READ THAT MEMO.

You’re not protesting your way out of this.

But you might, maybe, shoot your way out of where things have gotten to.

That’s the only thing that’s worked in recorded history.

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance, and liberty demands a blood sacrifice.

Theirs. Or yours.

And that is the only choice you’re ever going to have in the matter, until the day you die.