It seems that April is the time that tries men’s souls … Revere’s ride, Lexington, and Concord.
And now this moment. This April.
Two hundred and forty-three years later.
“THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” ~Thomas Paine~
This is America’s carnival moment. Its freak time. The moment to steel your spine … or watch your nation decompose before your very eyes.
There is a special sickness in the American culture. A lunacy we breathe all day long. A non-stop road show of pompous grand-standing, fraudy-tears, pretentious indignation, and asinine logic.
There’s no realness anymore. Everyone’s a faker.
A poser. A counterfeit human.
It’s the age of phony contrarians, lying media frauds, camera-mugging politicians, and gangs of the ever-aggrieved.
But too many stand-up Americans are not so alert … and the outrageous and preposterous idiots find vulgar approval.
So … nutty crusaders demand asexual pronouns and unisex bathrooms. Moan that boys are too boyish … and that it’s okay to change your sexual identity every sun-up. And that your children belong to the village idiots.
Pussy-hatted posses re-appear … from time to time … to protest against the “gripe du jour” … and are sometimes joined by supposed grown-ups dressed as walking vaginas.
Teenagers are now the paragons of virtue and wisdom … and constitutional scholars … despite snorting condoms through their noses and snacking on Tide Pods.
There are those who insist tax cuts are immoral … and others who argue that borders are racist, bigoted, and xenophobic. That’s the sort of carnival we live in today.
Let’s not forget the creepy, late-night gagsters who are in some queer competition to be the most tasteless. Or the Hollywood perverts … and the oh-so offended #metoo victims who tell their teary tales dressed in gowns slit up to their armpits. Or the inarticulate, silly-ass, millionaire-athletes bitching about inequalities they can’t even explain.
Anyone “white” is to blame. At fault. For everything … and anything!
Except the success of this nation … because “old white men” cannot get a sliver of credit for launching the greatest political experiment in the history of mankind.
Nope. They didn’t build it. And if they did it was because others read them the directions.
The frauds should be embarrassed, but they’re not … because there’s not an ounce of embarrassment to be found anywhere … because that would require a conscience … and there’s no such thing like that around any more. It’s extinct.
Every new day begins with this sick anticipation of the weird … and we are never disappointed. Not ever. Because there are old reliables who never fail to gag us.
Like brain-farting Nancy Pelosi, teary Chuck Schumer, and extra-wacky Maxine Waters. Don’t forget “Gimme” Bernie and the California moonbeam, Gerry Brown. And the Clintons, Bushes, and Kennedys … and the other dopey tribes that just won’t go away. All master pied-pipers of farce who can infuriate the uninformed with their special dog whistles.
And then there’s the nomadic, special prosecutor for the mythical Russian collusion … Robert Mueller … a roaming dirt-digger who’s up to his eyeballs in frustration. So desperate to hang President Trump out to dry that he’s teamed up with a siliconed jigglenaut whose underpants would burst into flames during a polygraph test.
And all of the feigned outrage and pithy sound-bites have a single goal … to keep us all glued to this dysfunctional bacteria we call government. That virus that now rots the culture and gouges itself into our souls every damn day. In every damn way.
And for more than a year they’ve tried to railroad a President who’s mocked the dysfunctional establishment of Washington … and promised to return government to us … the people.
“TYRANNY, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” ~Thomas Paine~
That’s why we are here. Why Donald Trump is here.
In this moment. At war. With nonsense.
We are the unlikely disinfectants. The deplorable disinfectants.
Here to neutralize the televised liars and two-faced politicians.
This nation is a mess … in great distress. Outraged by this entertainment of madness. But it’s outrage we need … if we want command of our lives again.
There are now millions so numbed they can’t do without the clown-class. So many sad-ass devotees … herd-managed by sick shepherds who bark them to this outrage or that supposed bit of injustice.
And that’s the challenge of the moment.
No more encouraging madness. No more exploding heads. No more asshat throngs of confused pussy-hatters or gender-addled bathroom crusaders or look-at-me exhibitionists.
No more urban wreckers and sneering, cop-killing cheerleaders. No more campus cretins. No more green-eyed screw-ups who demand what others have earned. No more wannabe Anti-Fa warriors dressed in Underoos … wielding garbage-can shields and broomstick swords.
No more tip-toe language. No more political correctness. No more homogenized truth. And no more bullshit.
“WHAT we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.” ~Thomas Paine~
If this nation can’t get real … and stay real … it deserves what’s on the horizon.
That’s where the sun sets. It’s also where nations go to die.
The only moment more important than this April is this November.