It seems I’ve had an nearly endless series of these moments for the past thirty years or so.
The first great disappointment was BJ Clinton avoiding conviction after being impeached for crimes of which he was obviously guilty.
The next was the bare nekkid victory of George W. Bush, only to see him turn into a clone of Clinton and Al Gore, the biggest spender in American history until the advent of Barack Obama himself.
I watched Bush as he pissed away our best chance of destroying global Muslim terrorism in its cradle by refusing to turn the tanks toward Tehran from Baghdad and, instead, plodding resolutely into a deadly swamp in Iraq, where he tried to impose “democracy” on religious barbarians whose only interest was in using one vote to impose a religious tyranny, all the while peddling the phony message that Islam was a “religion of peace,” rather than a deadly enemy of civilization itself.
I watched Bush the Stupid and Gutless piss away all the promise so many of us had stupidly imbued him with, and pave the way for the first openly Marxist President in American history.
I watched the Gentry GOP thrust an insane loser named McCain down our throats, a man who’d come within a hair of leaving the GOP entirely just a few years before. I watched as the Marxist legions, led by Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, and Barack Obama, twisted the Constution and congressional rules to pass in the dead of night the most tyrannical power grab in U.S. history, Obamacare. I watched a Bush appointee to the Supreme Court twist the law and the constitution to pretend that Obamacare was constitutional.
I watched the conservative grass roots rise up in 2010 and retake control of the House, and then I watched the establishment GOP do everything in its power to destroy the very base that had led and made possible the uprising.
I watched as the same GOP establishment found the only candidate it had who could not run against Obamacare, the most hated piece of legislation in America, and I watched this inevitable loser lose, after I’d debased my own principles by voting for the wretch.
I’ve watched deficits grow to impossible dimensions. I’ve watched America turn into a totalitarian security police state. I’ve watched half of all America be subsumed into the Marxist Borg, permanently and terminally addicted to the government dick.
And just today I watched our Marxist President utterly rout the gutless Gentry GOP and take the power of the purse for himself and his Marxist party and ideology.
I’m tired. I’m depressed. And I don’t feel much hope for the future.
“Let it burn” seems attractive to me, since I frankly don’t see anything other than a great burning coming.
I go to places like National Review Online and read comments from supposed “conservatives” calling Ted Cruz and the Tea Party “anarchists” and “terrorists.”
I want to be hopeful, but you know, it’s getting harder and harder. I’ll probably feel better tomorrow, but sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever actually feel good again.
I used to have a great deal of faith in the American spirit, our resiliency, our essential bravery, our willingness to fight for what is right rather than what is easy and safe. But right at the moment it seems to me that America is dead and gone, and we are living in a grave on top of its bones.
It may be that the best I’ll be able to do is try to predict the timing and nature of the collapse, and try to tell you how best to make ready for it.
Ace is down, too:
It’s a sucker’s game. I choose to no longer play. True, I will no longer have any chance of my political aspirations prevailing in the public square.
But that was going to happen anyway. Now at least I am disburdened of the painful weight of futile hope.