On Crisis and Quiet

I keep thinking that if there is a slight pause to catch my breath I will write about normal things – about the ins and outs of a small but worthwhile life, comfortable in its way. When you reach a certain age that kind of life seems more inviting than it did when you were young and full of fire, seeking to make a mark on the world and change it into something more to your liking. You discover, eventually, that the world changes in its own way and on its own schedule and you make your peace with that and having done so you discover that the best part of life is found in the ordinary things and the people you surround yourself with.

That’s why I started this blog after all, back in 2008. To record those things, and perhaps to look back on them when I might otherwise have forgotten them.

But we find ourselves in a time of crisis, one that was entirely predictable – indeed, one that I was clear was coming here in this very space, a bit of fortune-telling that I claim no particular credit for since it was obvious to anyone who cared to look. The United States of America is under attack by internal enemies, the figurehead leader sitting in the Oval Office itself while the minions, lackeys, cronies and slaves who are doing the actual planning and executing are busily tearing down a century of labor by better people than themselves.

I will bear witness.

I will take what opportunities arise to make a difference.

I expect that this will lead me to harm, as Fascists do not take dissent lightly and are not clever enough to have any response other than violence. But so it goes. You do what you can. I am old now and have reached the point where my primary concern is the world I leave my children.

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters,” as the old meme has it.

The current coup has progressed quickly, but American patriots are starting to get their feet back underneath them and fight back.

“We don’t have kings in America,” said Illinois Governor JB Pritzger the other day, “and I don’t intend to bend the knee to one. I am not speaking up in service to my ambitions but in deference to my obligations. If you think I’m overreacting and sounding the alarm too soon, consider this: It took the Nazis one month, three weeks, two days, eight hours and 40 minutes to dismantle a constitutional republic. All I’m saying is when the five-alarm fire starts to burn, every good person better be ready to man a post with a bucket of water if you want to stop it from raging out of control.”

Much damage has already been done, and more will come. Some of it is not recoverable. The United States will be fortunate to emerge out of this with the Constitution intact, with some allies who still trust us, with an economy worth mentioning and a society not utterly corrupted by hatred and bug-eyed insanity.

It will be the work of a generation of Americans to rebuild from this, if it can be done at all.

And we’d best start now.