When Ann Coulter was still cool (before her midlife crisis-like crush on Mitt Romney), she once quipped that that “the truth cannot be delivered with Novacaine”.
I’m afraid it applies here.
Just once, I’d like to write about something nice. Just once.
It’s understandable that you’d like to write about good news, and it is most difficult to watch our best-on-earth Republic fall to the enemies from within to appease the raggedy, starving, envious takers, who couldn’t accomplish any such thing as we had, on their own, in ten thousand years with both hands, flashlights, and Harvard educations.
Just remember... They went into hysterics every time they made a communist step here to which we objected, and we backed down from their emotional, senseless arguments because “everybody” was on their side, according to them. For a hundred years, we’ve been sheep with our own wool blocking our eyes. We heard their shouts and clatter, but they were a lot smaller than they presented themselves.
The real tragedy is that they are still small, with small, filthy minds and small, evil goals. But they are Lilliputians tying down the American Gulliver.
It’s well past time when we could present arguments against their evil crimes, for our children have been turned into brainwashed drones for Stalin, who have been taught what to think, but not how to think; which TV shows to watch, and which not to watch; to whom to listen, and whom to ignore. They ignore goodness and light, and they embrace debauchery and darkness, and we see their hollow, glassy eyes on the news every day. Murderers and criminals, not even 19 years old.
Pray for America, and if you have been part of the problem as I have, pray extra, extra hard, as I do.