Where is our leadership in the face of this Global Goliath? Where are the 2A patriots who dot the heartland and other militia enclaves? Where is everyone?
Where are we?
IF THE SPIRIT of the brave warrior resides anywhere — and it’s a big If — then it likely resides in the hearts of those either not yet ready to step forward and cast their cares unto the Lord, or those members of the clot-shot afflicted who may soon come to the realization that they might as well stand up for something before they all fall down.
Truth is, we’ve spent so much time drowning in our feelings over the last decade or so that I fear we’ve repressed our noblest inclinations in response to mounting crimes against us to little more than a maudlin shrug, that far from accomplishing anything useful has turned us into the people we used to avoid: whiners.
It’s a terrible thing to watch the most modern of us lose all sense of history; it’s a terrible thing to watch people give up simply because it’s easier; it’s a terrible thing to watch people openly wear the shame of their unwillingness to confront the people and circumstances that target them for slaughter, publicly.
But here we are.
This part, the part where we compare ourselves to the Germans of the Weimar during Hitler’s rise to power doesn’t really factor in anymore. The Germans often claimed, There was just no real way to estimate how far Hitler was willing to go, and some might have believed it, or at least convinced themselves they did. But we don’t have the luxury of absent precedence that cut them so much slack. We saw all of this coming from the get-go and possess the historical reference to pin it on. Perhaps not everyone, but a lot of us.
We are the people Orwell missed — the weeds of Utopia. From what I remember, he saw evil avalanching downhill with great force destroying everything in its path and obliterating all that came before so that only darkness might survive. I could be wrong but I don’t remember him talking about voluntary civilian compliance as the root of defeat. Unlike those in his fiction who end up on the wrong end of the pointy stick, we gave ourselves up to Tyranny and into earthly and celestial ruin simply because we had other things we’d rather do. How to put it? In the final analysis, diving down wells of secretive, narcissistic muckery on our phones became more valuable to us than living Godly, abundant lives.
It’s heartbreaking for me because it says so much. Too much. It says that we were always heading this way we just didn’t have the means before, and even when we didn’t have the means we still found a way. Prostitutes and street narcotics don’t exist because they are good & helpful things but because humanity ceaselessly chases forbidden, accursed fruit as a panacea for injuries repeatedly suffered in the Fall.
Jesus wept overlooking Jerusalem on the Mt. of Olives, which I have been to several times. I understood it as the human response of the Divine Creator to so much sin and suffering present in Jerusalem at the time but it goes far beyond that. Jesus looked on knowing He was the Salvation of Mankind and that even this free gift, this miracle of redemption for which He gave His life for us, even this would not be enough to convince many of the error of their ways, and not because they didn’t know better, beloved … Jesus wept because they did.
The Last World War will eventually take on kinetic characteristics consistent with tyranny and rebellion at some point. But by then most of the action will have resettled what remains of the Earth, not in the likeness of God, nor as memorial for all that was so generously given, but as ghastly agony to all that was lost.
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