American In Name Only
It’s over, and as those on the Left cackle and taunt and dance on the corpse of what was once a great nation, I really wonder if those at the bottom even have a clue what it is they are celebrating. Sure it’s over for people like me, thanks to the so-called “Greatest Generation”, but the really sad thing is that once the looting and pillaging is over it will turn out to have been a Pyrrhic victory (look it up you stupid Americans, your lack of knowledge and intelligence is no longer my concern).
As the results of the election clearly show, I no longer have anything in common with most of you and thus I no longer answer to just plain “American”, I’m toying with several new labels, but for now just call me a White American of British Heritage.
Plato is dead, as is Socrates and Aristotle, not to mention George, Tom, and Ben, and Jesus may still be seated at the right hand of God, but God Himself has been banished to Heaven. You foolish people have got what you wanted, but it will turn back the clock many centuries. I want no part of your culture of corruption, stupidity, and general lack of integrity and I guarantee you will find that it’s not quite the utopia you seem to suppose it will be at the moment.
Ranting and hating will do conservatives no good, so I ask those intelligent souls, what now? Do we leave? Do we strike? Do we demand a place of our own? The Left has won and there is no going back, nor thinking that somehow logic will sway their emotion. We are as different as night is to day and for now there is left only a few moments of twilight.
There are plenty of tomorrows to explain how we got here, who’s responsible, and perhaps why they did it, but the fact remains that we are here now, and crying over spilt milk will get us nowhere.