All Right, Lunger
The oddest part of watching the world come apart is that the means of stopping it is so easy, but no one wants to do it. It’s like watching a baseball coming right at your face, knowing you have the tools to stop it, the knowledge it takes to stop it, but somehow, you just can’t believe it’s going to happen and when that finally registers, you’ll never raise your glove (or your pistol) in time. Then, you make that weird noise that everyone does when they realize the inevitability of pain, that sort of gut clench sound when you squeeze all of the air out of your lungs.
There’s no runaway truck ramp for this disaster. Not because of anything other than the left is determined to get even for that sick feeling they got in November of 2024, when the right got even for Biden.
This is the cycle that destroys worlds. The “get even” inevitability of doom sets in when no one remembers who started it, over what, and it really doesn’t matter, because the mind is gone and everything is an act of an escalating revenge.
The right’s about to give up playing nice. I feel it. I saw, at the diner, FOX News or whatever with the subtitle: “how to deal with radicalization.” How to deal with it? You deal with it by shipping these radical Islamists back to their home countries. That’s the only humane way to “deal” with it. In what? Is the question asked by the inhumane and it’s about to get inhumane, because the left will not allow the humane method. They want all of Trump’s supporters to choke on it. That’s the message and it permeates more every day.
Doc: “You called for blood.”
Johnny: “I was just foolin’ about”
Doc: “I wasn’t.”
Johnny Ringo realizes his whole life is on the line.
Johnny: “All right, Lunger.”
That’s the moment. It’s when it’s gone too far. When the humiliation of boys during the march of the perverts through school stays with the young men, who recall the filth they were forced to watch, to read, belittled and ridiculed when they are naturally revulsed by it. It’s a denial of humanity that’s taking place and when they dehumanize enough of them, they’ll act like animals.
In a real sense, though, all they’ve done by attempting to brainwash these vulnerable children, is drive every bit of mercy out of their souls. They’re damaged. They might not realize to what degree until that last thread holding it all together snaps.
The older folks didn’t suffer that, not as a class experiment, anyway. But they’ve seen it, they’ve seen the organizational support spring into action to defend the process and further demean the kids. “No, no, no, if you don’t use the pronouns, you’re a piece of garbage.” “Yes, your paying for the sins of your race and must allow the rape gangs.” “No, not even pepper spray, just take it as punishment for the skin you have, filthy wretch.”
That’s the sort of thing that drives pity out the window when the roles are reversed.
What I’ve witnessed and found abhorrent has smothered something decent in me. I’ll admit it. What might have passed for an exception, or required some reason, no longer does. Covid drew the lines pretty clear and I’ll carry that betrayal, that systematic shaming ritual to my death.
The good folks on the right, and even some on the left, have had their goodness exorcised out of their repertoire. There are no more passes left to give. It’s not even left and right, really. There are only the abusers and the abused. Witnessing someone else bearing the weight of the shaming ritual burns just as hot as if it were happening to me, because it’s been done to generations, sparing no one, not even little, old ladies.
The sickness of liberalism offers no consolation to their victims. It’s like Santa Ana hanging out the red flag at San Antonio de Bexar in view of the Alamo. No Quarter. “All right, Lunger.”
I’ve been in a lot of conflicts and there’s always that one instant when whatever has been said, the pretense drops and you know that no matter how it turns out, it’s going to hurt. Even winning comes with scars. If the opponent is serious, no longer just “foolin’ about,” whatever the consequence, the conflict has to be joined, or it’ll be a slaughter.
That’s where we are. The foreplay’s over. On that same television, I saw Thune put up the Save Act and Schumer say that there’s no way the Senate will ever approve the Save Act. If that can’t be done with the wide, almost unanimous, consent of the entire electorate, it becomes a challenge by the self-styled “rulers” of this society to the people.
They need the invaders, the Islamic bloc, to vote or the left is dead and they know it. They probably knew it when, despite everything, Trump got elected, again. What they realized is that it wasn’t Trump, it was the people who had had enough of the open borders, the betrayal of lockdowns while Nero fiddles, the insulting, demeaning, ridiculous curriculum the children are forced to endure. That the child sexual abuse taking place in schools as part of the “program” is infuriating. That’s how we got exorcised of our goodness.
Everyone I know is just waiting for that last thread to snap. They know it’s going to happen. Something cataclysmic is coming and I just want it made clear that I hold no reservations or offer quarter to those who have destroyed this once beautiful, peaceful and prosperous nation. And, I give no quarter, because I know they they are diseased, as much as any zombie, as much as any pervert.
They are the conquerors, the colonizers, the destroyers of worlds and if they had a soul, they wouldn’t be able to do it. It’s a Satanic religion they’ve bought into and they can’t be reasoned with, talked out of it, brought to their senses. They’ve butchered the society I grew up in and now they want me to choke on the hot blood pulsing from its mortal wound.