So, What Now?

Most of America seems to be mindlessly galumphing towards the edge of the proverbial cliff, entranced by the dulcet tones of King Barack the Good.  Most of the galumphers no doubt believe that a hard-Left socialist like Obama can’t really do that much damage in four to eight years.  For the rest of us–those of us who take lessons from history–the 2008 presidential election resembles not so much a slightly risky Spring Break vacation, but more of a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer.  Not much Hope to cling to, and all the wrong kinds of Change.

But as the sister of someone who just reached the 5-year cancer-free mark after a diagnosis of Stage III pancreatic cancer, here is the one paper-thin silver lining I can offer: that the American People are still the American People, and will eventually reject, and fight to reverse, the unforeseen consequences of electing Barack Obama.

If that healthy reaction to Obama fails to materialize, I recommend doing the following.  These are the only ways I can think of to stand up and fight back.

1)  Stock up on guns and refuse to let them be taken from you, whether by creeping regulation or by brute force.  How did the old rallying cry go?  Give me liberty or give me death!  It sounds extreme only to a coddled populace that has never had to fight for what they treasure.  As for myself, I decided long ago that I would rather die than surrender to a government that will not allow me to defend my own life.  If they want this girl’s guns, they’ll have to kill her.  Period. 

2)  Study the issues.  It’s amazing how informed you will be if you commit yourself to spending just an hour a day reading news stories, opinion pieces, and blog entries all over the Internet.  The sites on my Blogroll will get you linked up to the kind of informational variety necessary to becoming truly informed.  The people running those sites have devoted themselves to doing what the mainstream media refuses to do: providing a broad cross-section of coverage on any and every pertinent issue affecting our world.

3)  Make your voice heard.  Like #2, this requires some effort.  But people, the days when we could leave our grunt work to the hapless Republican Party are long over.  It’s time for conservatives to jump in and show that we are truly committed to preserving the country our Founding Fathers and forebears left us.  If we don’t, we were never the patriots we claim to be.  So write your Congressmen relentlessly.  Write letters to the editor of your local newspapers.  Send reports of interesting/significant happenings in your community or state to conservative media sources like National Review.  And hey, blog.  Learn to be an articulate and informed advocate for your beliefs.

4)  Formulate a “Plan B,” aka the John Galt Lite.  Should Obama and his Congressional posse do what they’ve promised–i.e., send taxes through the roof and otherwise punish private enterprise and success–ask yourself if you’re really willing to be the government’s field mule, driven up and down the Back Forty for the rest of your life in service to deadbeats and government bureaucrats.  Those who envy your talents and success, and who have no intention of making the sacrifices you’ve made to get where you are, well, those people have figured out how to turn democracy into their own personal organized theft operation.  Are you going to play that game?  I know I won’t.  My “Plan B” is to get the one job I know I can’t get fired from: public school teacher.  Hey, if I’m going to make peanuts anyway, I might as well be in a job that requires little intellectual effort and gives me summers off (plus a smorgasbord of national holidays!).  As a bonus, being a teacher would also give me a golden opportunity to be subversive and teach American values in enemy territory.  Get a Plan B of your own: don’t be the government’s bitch.

5)  Formulate a “Plan C” (or, as I call it, the Doomsday Scenario).  In the event that the lights truly do go out and we descend into Third World-style chaos and dissipation, you might want to think about where your Alamo will be.  Plan C could also be called “the Full John Galt.”

The ability to think ahead and plan for contingencies is what separates us from less intelligent animals and liberals.  So act accordingly. 

P.S.  If you don’t know who John Galt is, well, look it up.  Learn it.  Live it.

The (Sad) State of Our Union

Perhaps the most depressing thing about last week’s presidential election is how blissfully unaware most of the country is with regard to what this election portends for the United States.  It is the inevitable result, I suppose, of short-sighted electorate, stripped of all meaningful knowledge of America’s history and mechanics of government by several decades of crappy public school education (controlled and dispensed overwhelmingly by liberals).

I wish I could lay the blame solely at the feet of the Left, but alas, I cannot.  The Republican party–the only feasible voting option for conservatives–has abandoned its principles and, as a result, surrendered the game.  And now it will be a pox on both our houses, to the dismay of those of us who never gave up on what we believe.  We’re going down with the cultural annihilators and the enabling cowards alike.

I suggest that everyone read this devastating article by Peter Hitchens.  A few excerpts below–if they don’t make you cringe, you’re either extremely drunk or hopelessly stupid.  Or hey, maybe both.

“The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilization.  At least Mandela worship–its nearest equivalent–is focused on a man who actually did something.”

True.

“If you can believe that this undistinguished and conventionally Left-wing machine politician is a sort of secular saviour, then you can believe anything.  He plainly doesn’t believe it himself.  His cliche-stuffed, PC clunker of an acceptance speech suffered badly from nerves.  It was what you would expect from someone who knew he’d promised too much and that from now on the easy bit was over.  He needn’t worry too much.”

Yep.

“Perhaps, being a Chicago crowd, [the audience of his acceptance speech] knew some of the things that 52.5 per cent of America prefers not to know.  They know Obama is the obedient servant of one of the most squalid and unshakeable political machines in America.”

Sadly, I think Obama voters knew about his inexcusably corrupt roots and shameless opportunism: they just didn’t care.  Which is even scarier than them not knowing.

“[The Third-World immigrants cheering Obama's election in D.C.] grasped the real significance of this moment.  They knew it meant that America had finally switched sides in a global cultural war.  Forget the Cold War, or even the Iraq War.  The United States, having for the most part a deeply conservative people, had until now just about stood against many of the mistakes which have ruined so much of the rest of the world.  Suspicious of welfare addiction, feeble justice and high taxes, totally committed to preserving its own national sovereignty, unabashedly Christian in a world part secular and part Muslim, suspicious of the Great Global Warming panic, it was unique.”

Wanting to please the anti-American Third World hordes reminds me of the smart kid in school who starts getting C’s–or even failing classes–because the endless envy and vicious taunts of the underachievers finally wears them down.  In other words, the dilemma of achieving black kids in inner-city schools, writ large. 

“These strengths had been fading for some time, mainly due to poorly controlled mass immigration and to the march of political correctness.  They had also been weakened by the failure of America’s conservative party–the Republicans–to fight on the cultural and moral fronts.  They preferred to posture on the world stage . . . . And now the U.S., like Britain before it, has begun the long slow descent into the Third World.  How sad.  Where now is our last best hope on Earth?”

America has always been the refuge and dream for strong and brave people who do not wish to live under the boot of an oppressive statist regime.   There’s nowhere to run now, ladies and germs.

The Race Thing

I believe that Obama as President will be terrible for this country, perhaps irreversibly so, because of his personal philosophy and policy positions.  I have never considered his racial make-up as being important, although it certainly did help him get elected. 

But leaving policy aside, here are a few of my thoughts on the Race Thing.  I realize I covered a couple of these in my Open Letter to America post, but hey, after a couple of days of hangover-recovery and thought, I feel more like myself and wish to offer thoughts reflective of that. 

I grew up in a Mississippi Delta town that could be most charitably described as a horrifying cesspool, a festering example of the unspeakable idiocy of liberal welfare programs.  I’m a racial minority in my hometown, and grew up interacting with black people far more than almost any whites I’ve ever met.  Over the course of my moderately-young life, I have seen the very worst of black people as well as the best, and quite a bit in between.  All fine and good: that’s called perspective.  A helluva lot more perspective than most white kids ever get. 

Since the election, I have offered my black friends my very sincere congratulations on seeing a black man elected President of the United States.  I felt, watching them and listening to them in the months leading up to the election, that they strongly doubted whether such a thing could ever happen.  I desperately wish it could’ve been a different black man–Alan Keyes, or Thomas Sowell, or anyone but this Marxist used-car salesman we’re stuck with–but look, I’m not made of wood.  The joy I’ve seen over the racial aspect of this election–a black man being elected President–is undeniably real and, in my opinion, perfectly legitimate.  What honest person could deny the struggles black people have dealt with and overcome?  No honest or decent person could.  So I offer my congratulations.  And I too take comfort and encouragement in the fact that one of the darkest questions about America has been decisively answered. 

But now that it’s done, I will no longer listen to anyone bitch about how racist this country is, or how Black Folks just can’t get ahead.

So, to the black Americans who spend way too much time in their lives blaming their troubles on Whitey: shut the fuck up.    I repeat: Shut. . .The. . .Fuck. . .Up.

To all other Obama voters (including non-whiny black people): I look forward to debating policy matters and moral questions with you, as your guy takes center stage.  If you’re as strong, patriotic, and resilient as you surely claim to be, you will leave race out of it.

An Open Letter to America

Dear America,

Well, you’ve spoken.  You have just elected a socialist President.  Senator Infanticide will be the next President of the United States.  Congratulations! 

Now begins the nationwide orgasms over electing a black man President.  I’d like to have the Audacity to Hope that there will now be an end to the whining, but of course that won’t happen.  Nevertheless, Obama’s election officially marks the end of my listening to any of the puling bullshit about how racist this country is.

But America, if you find yourself unhappy in the next few years with your smooth-talking new President–well, you deserve whatever you get.  Have fun, folks.  You wanted change, and you’re definitely going to get it.  If the change isn’t what you hoped for, you have no one to blame–no one at all.  I myself will smile at the suffering of the morons who elected this cipher of a man to the highest office in the world.

Tonight, I salute John McCain, one of this nation’s finest and most dedicated heroes, for stepping up against a demagogue Marxist at an age when most people devote their lives to comfort and relaxation.  What a splendid, courageous, wonderful man.  I’m now watching him concede the election–the most important of his life–with a composure, generosity, and class I have never seen in any politician aside from Ronald Reagan.  John McCain now has a permanent spot in my extremely small pantheon of American superheroes.

I salute the beautiful, steely Sarah Palin, and what she promises for the coming Conservative Revolution (to which I will dedicate the rest of my life).  It will be the Sarah Palins and the Bobby Jindals who will rise from the bog. 

So go ahead and jump around, celebrate, contract some STDs, etc.  We’ll see, bitches!

Smooches,

CV