Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore….Does She?

Posted: October 28, 2013 in Uncategorized
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So, the World was saved from Certain Destruction by our Beloved President at Zero Hour when he swooped in and FORCED those damn Republicans to respond to his Righteous Tomes of Reason.

Yeah, I don’t know how I can write that and not vomit, either…..

The truth of the matter is: this whole “government shutdown” thing?  Yeah, it’s pretty much bullshit.  There was no saving, no Zero Hour Reprieve.  Mitch McConnell got a 2 million dollar dam and the rest of us got the shaft.  I know *I* feel real good about that.

Ya know I come from a long history of insurrectionists and I think I may even have an ancestor that was burned at the stake for Witchcraft (did I mention I’m a ginger?) and so fomenting revolution is something that seems to run in my blood.  I have no problem stirring the stew-especially if I’m right.  Thomas Jefferson-another ginger haired insurrectionist-said that the Tree of Liberty must be refreshed with the blood of Patriots from time to time.  Amen to that.

We have sunk so far down whatever sociopolitical hole we’re in, we will never see daylight.  It’ll be covered up by the Affordable Care Act, the Dream Act, Common Core, or whatever other dystopian-ended project They want to dump on top of us.  They- the enigmatic THEY, that for years never had a face or name or even really a particular group you could associate with THEM- are all out in the open now aren’t they?  Incredibly brazen and, I’m sure, quite embolden by the fact that we have become a nation of PUSSIES.  Yep, I said it- I used the P-word.  But, it’s true!  We can’t have playgrounds at school anymore because kids might get hurt, we can’t have actual winners and losers in sporting competitions because someone might get their feelings hurt, we can’t let little boys play cops and robbers because that breeds gun violence and for the fucking love of God don’t let your mom pack your lunch anymore because the woman who gave birth to you DOES NOT KNOW what is best for you!

Is anybody getting this?

My mother is 74 years old.  She will die a victim of Obamacare.

Unless we do something.

My sons are 20 and 23.  Their futures will be sacrificed for the “good of the collective”.

Unless we do something.

My daughter is 19 and, hell, she doesn’t even WANT children. But, that may not be her choice for much longer.

Unless we do something.

But, we don’t.  And even I have become guilty of that because I started to “do something”.  I started to go to the Tea Party rallies and the 912 meetings and it wasn’t too long before the Personalities took over and they were no longer rallies and meetings but forums to satisfy whoever had an agenda.  It was about how to further the individual running his mouth the longest and loudest- not about the principles.  And the politicians naturally rose to the top of that cream, too, and now people I thought were dumber than duck shit as teachers have become “educators” and run for public office.  We gave them free rein to breed their own sort of “candidate”.  And it makes me sick because this isn’t what we need.  We DO NOT need another fucking lawyer running for office (especially here in Illinois where I’m from).  We DO NOT need more politicians to solve the problem of having too many politicians.  And we all know what we do need but no one wants to say it, no one so much as wants to consider the fact that another Revolution may not only be in the wind, but may be the ONLY chance we have at salvaging what’s left of the Republic, executing the traitors and running everyone else out of town on a rail.

I have thought about it long and hard.  I have asked myself if  there are any MORE men like Ted Cruz.  Sadly, no, not that would satisfy the needs of the “party” so we’ll never see them.  I see men like Ted Cruz everyday-just Regular Guys trying to get by in the middle of all this crap- guys that *I* could get behind.  But the “party” never will, because they’re not “team players” or not lawyers or “educators”.  Fuck the party- it’s time to lock and load.  Can you honestly see John Boener drawing down on….welll, ANYONE? The time for talk is over.  The time for debate is over.  If you don’t know which side of the fence you’re on and you’re not right with whatever god it is you choose to serve, I suggest you get that way pretty damn soon.  You need to choose before They choose for you.

Live on your knees or die on your feet….the answer is pretty much that simple to any question you want to ask.  I cannot be controlled-hell, just ask my parents!- and if you try to cage me to my allotted square footage I’d rather be dead.  See, I believe there’s a world out there that’s not like this.  I believe there’s a place where you can work hard and prosper and be secure in the knowledge that you have a right to all you’ve accomplished without someone forcing you to share it.  I believe there’s a place where firearms aren’t referred to as “gun culture” like they did the “counter-culture” of the 60’s , as if there’s something intrinsically wrong with those of us that choose to exercise our 2nd Amendment rights.  I believe there’s a place where I can go to sleep at night and know that my children have a chance for a better life than I had as long as they persevere on their path.

Fantasy you say?  Maybe.

But, the moment I stop believing there’s a place like that, it’s all over.  I have to have the faith that it exists and I’ll find it.  If I stop believing, I’m right back on my knees.

For now, though, along with this Utopia in my head, I’ll be writing for a living and heading straight for FEMA camp because of it-just doing my part to piss of the Liberal Left and dreaming of that island (it’s been a while, Naveen……)………………………………


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