Not Tired of Winning Yet XLVI
We Vulcans are winning when ordinary men in the street are saying things like “Don’t believe me. Go research it yourself. I dare and challenge anyone watching this who disagrees with me: Come up with facts, not emotions. Emotions don’t get you nowhere.”
Here, for your viewing pleasure, is a man who realizes that the Dems hate black people.
I will also point out that Trump has done the one thing every Republican politico in my lifetime has talked about, and none have taken any effective steps to do: convincing blacks to free themselves from the clinging darkness of the Democrat plantation of dependency and welfare-addiction and into the light of self-reliance and manhood.
Every black who parts ways with the Lefty hatemongers also deflates the fearmongering needed so desperately by white separatists. If the scary low-IQ blacks so popular in the race war recruitment drive are wearing MAGA hats and telling “young brothers” to respect the police and to be law-abiding citizens, the allegedly inevitable race war predicted by white separatists recedes ever further into the hypothetical. As the Trump train roars like a juggernaut picks up passengers from every part of America, the racists and race-baiters alike are crushed beneath its wheels.
But wait! There is more!
And here is one more honest soul man enough to pry himself away from the self-addicted, self-righteousness, self-centered death cult of modern Phariseeism known as the Left:
By all accounts, this “Walkaway” movement is spreading through social media with amazing rapidity.
Do you wish to retain the gains mentioned in this column which has listed so many victories for truth, justice and the American way ushered in by Trump, that most unlikely of heroes? We must prevail in the midterms.
We live in good times. The sun is shining. The enemy (by which I mean the News, which is the ventriloquist of the Democrat Party) continues fatally to damage and dismember itself. The darkness choking the world, the phosgene gas of political correctness, for the first time is being blown back by the spring winds from Eden. The flag is once more saluted with respect, and Aslan is on the move.
Be not deceived. This is not the end nor even the main battle. This is a first skirmish, and we have done remarkably well. Sharpen your sword, sharpen your wits, say your prayers, and summon your Guardian Angel, and walk in the shadow of those shining wings.
The struggle will be large and long and ugly. If God is gracious, the bloodshed will not reach the levels of the first Civil War. But it will be a crusade as noble as any has ever been, a fight for the soul of the West and the preservation of the civilized world.
We will see abortion ended in our lifetime. Man could not accomplish so great a thing by his own effort: we love our sins too much. But there is one man who is without sin, our King, whose word can calm the storm and cure the blind and redeem the sinner. Paint his red cross on your white shield, men of the West, for here is the only lamp against the vast darkness we must face and drive back.
But this has been a good day and a good week. Rejoice today, and let tomorrow’s worries see to themselves.
On this Independence Day, let us honor the dead without whose noble sacrifice the liberty and security and abundance whose blessings we too often take for granted would not be possible.
Let me quote the great John Adams:
I am apt to believe that it (Independence Day) will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival.
It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.
You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. — I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. — Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory.
I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will triumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.
You may have heard these words echoed in a musical version:
As an historical oddity, he is speaking of July 2nd, naturally, the day when Virginia’s resolution on Independence passed vote, and the Declaration penned by Jefferson was adopted. The Founders signed the paper they well knew was likely their death warrant. Many a signer who pledged his sacred honor and life and fortune lost one or both of the last two in keeping the first bright.
Those modern who claims the Revolution was not fought for principles, but was interest fought only to secure the privileges of a propertied class to itself has a strange paradox to explain: No man embraces disaster, ruin, poverty, wounds, and loss out of fiscal interest. By definition, you cannot die for self interest. You can only die for principle.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
