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February 16, 2019
EMT 02/16/19
Whither our Republic?
Only one side of the ever-widening political divide thus far is willing to persecute the other for the most unremarkable of "offenses", with punishments ranging from social defenestration right through to taking away their opponent's means of providing for themselves and family, and all the way up to actual physical violence in the affirmation of their own golden calves.
They take our patience and our forbearance for weakness and press their tyrant's advantage at every turn. Once, however, the walls are truly felt behind the backs of even the most defenseless of oppressed, a remarkable and grim resolve is generally found.
Tyrants usually find an end that was impossible for them to foresee: An inexplicable result unaccounted for in the nihilistic actuarial tables of Marxist post-modernism.
History books may airbrush out the Left's ubiquitous failures, thus enabling their fatal resurgences, but the lamp-posts remember how once they dangled their morbid ornaments.
posted by krakatoa at
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