When You’ve Had Enough …

 

“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~

Don’t be a sunshine patriot.

It’s the moment to steel your spine … or watch your nation decompose before your very eyes.

There is a disturbing dysfunction in the American culture. A daily lunacy of pretentious indignation.

There’s no realness anymore. The country’s crowded with fakers. Posers. Counterfeit patriots who shame us all under the pretense of making America a better place.

It’s the age of phony contrarians who pick a disturbing point of view because it’s likely to win them some poisoned glamour.

A new president infuriates a vulgar gang of foul accusers and lying assumers. And they’re abetted by back-stabbing politicos and a whorey media.

That’s the carnival moment we live in today.

Too many just go too, too far … and then blame any invented scapegoat … from “old white men” to “white-privileged racists” … to a president who was not their election choice.

And 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.

Every new day begins with weird anticipation.

And we are never disappointed.

Not ever.

Because there are old reliables who never fail to gag us.

Master pied-pipers of farce who can infuriate the uninformed with their special dog-whistles.

They’ll ridicule every decency …  and mock your values and virtues because they despise your moral backbone.

And all of the feigned outrage and pithy sound-bites have a single goal … to keep us  glued to this dysfunctional, bacterial spectacle that now infects our culture … and gouges itself into our souls every day. Without fail.

And they are relentless in their attempts to railroad a president who’s ignored the inbred, political establishment … 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.”

That’s why we are here.

In this moment.

At war. With nonsense.

We are the unlikely disinfectants … the deplorable disinfectants.

Here to neutralize this infestation of televised liars and two-faced politicians who  dog-whistle idiots to this pretend outrage or that supposed bit of injustice.

And so this becomes the challenge …

No more encouraging madness. No more exploding heads. No more fraud protests.. No more moon-howling crusaders for imagined injustices.

No more urban wreckers.  No more sneering cop killers.  No more street-cloggers. No more green-eyed screw-ups who demand what others have earned. No more wannabe AntiFa warriors costumed 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.

This is not the time to be a sunshine patriot.

If we can’t get real … and stay real … we deserve what’s on the horizon. That’s where the sun sets.

It’s also where nations go to die.

Denis Ian