The DisEase of PoliTicks

I don’t recall a time when our political divide turned sustainable differences into an uncompromising contention, transforming constructive discussions into combative clashings, turning everyone into savage foes.

This is the fallout of propagating lies and misinformation masked as science and well caring, parading as paternal concern for the willfully ignorant multitudes transfixed by mass propaganda.

The smoking downward spirals of civility and prudence darken our skies.

Poisoning even the most stalwart with its whistling siren song.

Methinks evil communist forces are afoot.

Political anger is the weapon wielded in Washington by both parties and their corporate cronies against We the People, viciously turning us against one another in a souring feud. Bulldozing the foundation of our country, wrecking friendships, and severing family bonds. Creating an ambiance of fret, hate, revulsion, and racism.

Bitten by PoliTicks induces partisan addiction, causing inflammation of the psyche, resulting in myopia and obstinacy.

I am a recovering junkie of the PoliTick venom myself.

It helps to admit.

Recently, I confused a friend’s passionate comment as an attack on my character. I’m ashamed it happened. But as it is, it took that to start the recovery process.

While my friend and I have our differences in opinions, some spanning great distances, there are always bridges connecting us (veganism, for one). His observations and opinions have always given me pause for thought, no matter how antithetical to my enduring thesis of life, theories, and gruesome inevitabilities.

PoliTicks, like religious FanaTicks, is a disease of the mind. Infected, one cannot undermine the psychological ramparts the ego erects to protect its precious notions; no matter how fervently reasonability begs, we ignore.

However, for milder cases, there is a countermeasure.

A self-thrown gut-punch to the psyche.

Resulting in the appreciation of fallibility.

A receptivity for the probability of wrongness.

These finer faculties you gain by exploring a particular from multiple angles. It’s tough, I admit. But this is where varying ideas and respectful discourse comes to play in building harmony. As should the bitter-tasting thought of alienating a friend or family member over some nonsensical bull dung such as our psychopathically infused politics inspire.

My own gut-punch ushers in the next chapter of my life.

In keeping with my innate spirit, seen by the consensus as the repugnant rebellion of individualism, I’m returning to my anarchical paradise of old. The peaceful retreat into living with reduced emotion of circumstances I’m powerless to change. A contented life of de-energized politics, complete with its resurrected suspicion of the State, and every other damn thing that says it wants to help.

I’ll focus on my favorite things: veganism, family, friends, fast cars, firearms, and my misanthropic misgivings.

Too, I may write about health and fitness. Mine in particular, how at sixty-seven I can still do more chin-ups than you.

Godspeed.


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We the People

“There are but two parties now: traitors and patriots…” ~ Ulysses S. Grant

And We the People… are pissed!

Puzzled as well.

Indeed, how anyone with an inkling of contemporary awareness and historical acumen can advocate for censorship; modern-day book-burning; socialism; more government; higher taxes; crime and devastation of a deliberately opened border; Draconian mandates; abandoning Americans in enemy territory, along with scads of other anti-USA freedom traditions masterminded by the spend-thrift Socialist Democrats and supported by their flattering woke followers, is beyond reason.

—If this is you, then you need to work on your critical thinking skills.

What should come as a doomsday vision and bloodcurdling aversion to the current administration’s actions and inactions, dictates and narratives gushing from their communist gullets, is instead a shameless enthusiasm among their familiars and armchair brownshirts to inurn Liberty in their push to a clampdown Marxist society: A political and economical philosophy backed-up by a pristine record of failure, poverty, despair, and dystopia.

Although, admittedly, one can argue the success of Marxism among its elite cabal and its petty, hypocritical, self-admiring aristocrats.

A tsunami of freedom-despising turbulence stirs in the wake of a headstrong iron fist pretending democratic leadership. And We the People find ourselves on the sharp and craggy shores of the Rubicon, facing the storm of a formidable foe. A battle of biblical proportions — reminiscent of the tale between David and Goliath — threatens our Republic.

In a country indisputably divided, the time for silence has slipped away.

A choice we must make: Do we quietly acquiesce to socialist totalitarianism, or do we stand with Liberty?

If the latter, then it’s time to raise the voice and vote of the majority; the legal citizen majority.

It’s time the enemies of democracy heard the will of the Nation, loud and clear.

Speak up, Patriots, before they tighten the muzzle; before they take our guns; before they steal another election; before they turn our country into a third-world shithole (as Trump would say), and before they imprison us for our peaceful protests. As they did on January 6th, Two Thousand Twenty-One. *

Speak up, now, before the only freedom of choice left to us is a woman’s right to abort her unborn.

Kind of ironic, isn’t it?

And speaking of women, here are Five Fabulously Fearless Female Freedom Fighters:

* If the Communist Democrats, their MSM propaganda arm, the leftist dregs, and gutter-washes can call what their BLM punks and Antifa thugs did to our cities and citizens, neighborhoods and businesses across the country over the last several months peaceful, then by rights we can call what happened on January 6 — a humdrum, boring comparison — peaceful as well. And for those who need reminding, the only fatality on that fateful day was the callous, cold-blooded murder of the non-threatening, peacefully protesting veteran Ashli Babbitt. RIP, Rest in Freedom!

Trump / Noem 2024!
Save America Trump 2024


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The Movement is Freedom

FREEDOM

Like a coin, a vintage LP, or an old 45, freedom has a flip side. Two opposing dynamics. You’re an advocate, or you’re not. There’s no balancing act. No middle ground. You’re all in, or you’re out.

On one side, freedom-challenged acolytes, trembling in their anti-freedom movement, kowtow before the shrine of despots. Offerings of hard-fought rights and freedoms, butchered and bloody lay burnt upon the sacrificial altar of tyranny. The solemn remains, a determined smoky tendril of liberty glides disregarded through the air.

On the flip side of nowhere, a stony, slumbering giant who dreamt of freedom, courage, and self-determination rises at dawn, sniffs the air. They yawn. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, they roar. Girding their loins for battle they stomp, a whirling cloud of dust swirls at their feet.

The earth rumbles.

The Movement is Freedom.


Today, September 17, is Constitution Day

Life, Liberty, Freedom, Prosperity


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Mass Psychosis

The Epidemic of Madness

Imagine burning the witches.

In early modern times, an epidemic of madness tortured, burned, drowned, and hanged witches and anyone accused of witchery.

Likewise, mass psychosis poisoned the soul of Germany during Hitler’s reign.

It gassed the jews.

And in no chronological order:

It enslaved the blacks, and continues to breed both white and color supremacy and builds enmity among all races and cultures.

It oppresses and discriminates against women.

It is the compulsion that kills animals out of some sort of ridiculous fear: snapping turtles, snakes, groundhogs, coyotes, bears, even spiders, and other crawly things.

It drove the inquisition.

It slaughtered the Native Americans.

It is the fuel that flames the fervor of Islam’s female phobia, their brutalization of women, and their patriarchal stupidity.

As I write, mass psychosis intensifies, furthering its assault on freedom. The Covidien Zealots, hornswoggled by an authoritative leviathan with its blood-sucking tentacles restraining reason. Posing as medical expertise with a parental devotion but serving its own nefarious end, tyranny. Infecting the world in an epidemic of madness by propelling covid hysteria to inscrutable heights of lunacy.

Fitting is the analogy of the Pied Piper of Hamelin and his stupefied rats as world populations march headlong and lockstep to their adversity.

But not everyone’s fooled.

Mass psychosis, it is the enemy of the individual. Robber of the courage and commitment to live free.

But a hero to the craven:

Just as tyranny depends on mass psychosis, the masses depend on tyranny.


“Unless we put medical freedom into the Constitution, the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship to restrict the art of healing to one class of men and deny equal privileges to others; the Constitution of this republic should make special privilege for medical freedom as well as religious freedom.” ~Benjamin Rush


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Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time…

… there was Magic
Real magic, like your fantasies love to imagine
Then they stole our magic, little by little
Taming the mystical with rational reasonability

… there was Spirituality
Real spirituality, that orthodoxy can’t emulate
Because they stole spirituality, little by little
Slaying our spirit with rigid rituals of religion

… there was Dreaming
Real dreams, those you yearn to recall
Then they stole dreams, little by little
Defeating our dreams with unyielding notions of reality

… there was Freedom
Real freedom, freedom our forebears died to defend
But they stole our rights, little by little
Freeing our freedoms with conquering Marxist creed

… there was I
Real I, that you’re ashamed to embolden
Because they stole I, little by little
Defining our I to the onus weight of we

… there was Life
Real life, like you no longer realize
Because they stole our fire, little by little
Smothering our flame with their cold straight and narrow

Once upon a time… little by little


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