Distractions Of The Left….
I don’t see why I—as a concerned freedom-writer—should respond to every little lying shriek and whimper out of the leftwing, “progressive,” liberal democrats. I mean—it has become so bizarre and insane-sounding among them that it seems pointless to try and keep up.
Once upon a time, in America, all we had to worry about were Hitler, Hirohito, Stalin, Beria, Kruschev, Gorbachev, the hydrogen bomb, the end of the world, and events along those lines.
Now, we do marathon backflips and pirouettes over Nancy Pelosi’s facial tics, startled eyes, and old lady brain farts.
And I really don’t give a flying…uh…care what Saturday Night Live—on life support—pumps out in its death throes. Or The View, or Don Lemon, or some rapper somewhere, or Bobby “Frankenstein” De Niro, or the “demise” of Michael “Jabba” Moore.
These are all just distractions.
A magicians’ hand gestures hynotically, while the other hand makes the real moves. Distraction; diversion; interference—with what’s actually going on under your nose.
With every bit of new violence and seeming insanity, the left slouches toward a socialist America and One World of good little programmed consumers—automatons who can no longer think, reason, or use logic. The silenced, conditioned, and enslaved Pavlovian farm animals—ruled by an “elite,” because they say they are the elite. The iron-cold, lethal Left: they are terminators—all; every last one of them.
And they want you silenced, or dead.
Kyle Reese, The Terminator, 1984: Listen. Understand. That Terminator is out there. It can’t be reasoned with, it can’t be bargained with. It doesn’t feel pity of remorse or fear and it absolutely will not stop. Ever. Until you are dead.