Well, it’s been one year and one week since Biden the Usurper seized the throne and assumed his reign of the federal government. Of course, he’s a senile puppet—or maybe he’s playing at senility—and rubber stamps whatever the progressives want.
I’ve really disengaged from national politics over the last year, as I find much of the wrangling fruitless. I personally advocate for radical decentralization and focusing our energy and attention at the lowest levels of government to bring about change. If economics functions on a “trickle-down” basis, politics “trickles-up”—(re)gain control of the mechanisms of power and the institutions locally, and you’re going to change—albeit slowly—the greater heights.
Americans might have lost their spirit of ornery rebellion, but if their kids are getting arrested and/or discriminated against and they can’t buy stuff they want at low prices, they’ll make a fuss. They already are. The Biden Administration might not bear the responsibility for everything that is happening, but they’ve done precious little to ameliorate—and much to exacerbate—our current situation.
That’s why now more than ever, we’ve got to get serious about fixing things where we are. Grow your own food, stack cash (even if inflation eats into it), and learn to live lean.
It was one year ago today that The Z Man wrote that “America died” on 3 November 2020. I don’t think he meant it melodramatically, and it certainly encapsulated what a lot of us were feeling as we watched the fraudulent votes magically appear in the middle of the night.
The 2020 election woke a lot of people up, but even blatant fraud across multiple States has, sadly, gone largely ignored. The silver lining is that folks seem to have abandoned national politics and are focusing on what’s happening at the local and State levels. Indeed, there seems to be a general disengagement from politics, something that in the past I would have decried, but that now I think might actually be healthy—provided people are willing to make tough decisions for themselves.
Regardless, it’s hard to think about the 2020 election. Since then, we’ve been stuck with a old man who is essentially a corpse dangling from the strings of invisible hands. I thought a year ago that The Usurper Biden would be tossed from office at the first opportunity, but it’s occurred to me that he is too perfect a patsy for the radical elitists performing the marionette. For one, Kamala Harris somehow manages to be less likeable and more phony than Hillary Clinton, and progressives don’t like her. For another, it’s better to have a hollow man like Biden than a strident floozy like Harris, who might occasionally make a decision on her own.
Well, this topic is depressing. You can see why I’ve switched over to writing about music and the weather.
But we can’t give up on our man. Donald Trump didn’t give up on us. Yes, I know he mildly denounced the Proud Boys, but as even Gavin McInnes noted, Trump probably doesn’t even really know who the Proud Boys are. Maybe he should, but if he knew the PBs, he’d probably applaud their patriotism.
Leave that aside. President Trump delivered—big time—for his supporters. Three Supreme Court justices. Hundreds of lower court judges. Lower taxes. No more critical race theory training for federal employees. Substantial protections for religious liberty. A roaring economy. And, quite frankly, common sense.
In looking back to November 2019’s archives, I found this post from 4 November 2019, “Trump Stands for Us.” It’s a powerful reminder for why we love Trump, and how he’s fought for us. Now it’s our time to fight for him:
Today is my busy day in the unorthodox rotating schedule at my little school, and I didn’t have the foresight or energy to post something last night. So before that first bell rings and the long day of mind-molding begins, here are some reflections and thoughts on the latest election news:
It’s looking more and more like the election is going to drag on for weeks to come. The deliberate slow-walking of vote counting in Arizona, Nevada, Georgia, and North Carolina just opens up the door for more and more fraud in those States, though the Trump campaign and its internal pollsters seem optimistic about all four States. There will be a recount in Wisconsin, and almost certainly in Michigan. Pennsylvania seemed clearly in the win column for Trump until corrupt Philadelphia officials started stuffing the ballot boxes. Even the sheriff there has refused to enforce the court order allowing—requiring!—the Trump people to observe the vote counts.
The gall of the progressive Establishment at all levels is appalling, but it suggests their utter contempt for the rest of us. These people hate us because we don’t embrace their kooky weirdness and abnormality—because we just want to live quiet, peaceful, God-fearing lives.
Fortunately, even if Biden wins, Republicans look poised to hold the Senate, and even picked up seats in the House. If we can pull out a majority in the House, a Biden presidency will be a lame duck from day one. Voting all over the nation suggests a repudiation of radical progressivism—defund the police, Antifa riots, etc. When I have more time, I’ll write further about the potential future of national conservatism. This Rod Dreher piece does a good job of summing it up, though (indeed, that’s my source!).
More to come. Keep praying, and remain ever-vigilant.
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We’ll see. Nevada is supposed to report results today, but they’ve been putting machinery in place to make fraud easier.
The takeaway: local and State elections matter. Having good Republicans staffing seemingly mundane positions makes a difference in running clean, fair elections. Consider: when most progressives believe that they are noble warriors fighting against Trump the Fascist, it becomes easy for them to rationalize unethical, immoral, and illegal behavior, like throwing out Trump ballots and withholding vote totals from pro-Trump counties.
The Republican Party can’t compete with the Democrats for gentry white liberals. We must become the party of the working class—“blue-collar nationalists,” as my brother put it.
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Well, nothing got finalized last night. I went to bed around 1 AM with a sense of uncertainty, but feeling somewhat confident about Wisconsin and Michigan, and hoping the early calls for Arizona and Virginia for Biden might be reversed.
The news this morning seems grim: Wisconsin is leaning towards Biden, and Trump’s lead in Michigan has narrowed considerably—within the point where some manufactured or “found” votes from Detroit could plausibly flip it to Biden. Even Georgia seems to be tilting towards Biden, even though Trump still holds as lead there as of this writing.
There are some silver linings: Trump’s lead in Pennsylvania is around 700,000 votes, but there are apparently 1.4 million uncounted absentee ballots, which could skew heavily in Biden’s favor. I figured a 0.7 million vote lead would be so insurmountable, even Democratic malfeasance couldn’t plausibly produce enough fake votes. A 10,000 vote difference is one thing; 700,000 is quite another.
But, at this point—and, perhaps, I’m just tired and overly pessimistic as a result—it seems like the fix is in. I was praying for a Trump showing so overwhelming, it would make fraud virtually impossible, or at least irrelevant. Now the months of Democratic fraud and pushing of mail-in voting has reaped dividend for the progressives, who will no-doubt oust Biden at the earliest opportunity.
Lamar is holding elections for two at-large Town Council seats. There are two incumbents and two challengers, and the election is non-partisan (for what it’s worth, I cast my two votes for the challengers, in the Jacksonian spirit of rotation in office).
I like to vote early (though not often—that’s a federal crime, and since I’m not a Democrat or an illegal alien, I’d get in trouble for doing so), because I never know if I’ll be home by the time polls close. Polling in South Carolina always runs from 7 AM to 7 PM, which is a pretty substantial window. So, I was there right at 7 AM, and was the fifth person from my precinct to cast a ballot.