(About Biden’s Inauguration)
You are about to be governed by a tyranny more monstrous than anything conceived of or delivered by any king of England ever was upon this land.
The only answer to such will not be stern letters, sharp protests, snowball fights on sentries, or panty raids on the Halls Of Fraud.
You are about to enter Spicy Time, in full earnest, where nothing less than gunfire, the sword of justice rightfully wielded, and the rope on a gibbet – or any handy tree or post – will avail.
But everyone must decide, now and henceforth, whether to be free, with all the duties, privileges and rights appertaining to that choice; or to knuckle under and be a slave, in the yellowest of banana republics upon which what’s left of our former homeland is about to embark.
Will you have liberty? Or mewling, craven, cowardly servitude?
There is the choice the day presents to you, wanted or no, and make it you will.
You’re going to have to fight for it, really, truly, and literally, and by killing people – your former fellow countrymen, in fact – if ye would possess it, ever again. But any that fights you to support or defend an illegitimate regime is no longer kin to you.
The unrestrained idiocy and unintended irony of people standing in the nation’s capitol, and opining, “Violence has no place in the politics of our country”, in a capitol named after the nation’s first president, first commander-in-chief, and leader of the bloody revolution that successfully killed the British empire right off this chunk of the continent, is breathtaking stupidity on a scale too great to measure with existing instrumentation. That such words were uttered within earshot of Arlington National Cemetery, and countless hundreds of monuments to far better men, who killed and died to hand their descendants the exact liberty so blatantly stolen from us, is brazen idiocy beyond human accounting