Rearranging Deck Chairs On The USS Titanic
America is gone ― get over it! ― Book of Common Misery
This morning Abass made it official: from this point in time forward America will be called Camexistan ― the ‘C’ stands for Canada; the ‘A’ represents former America; the ‘mex’ for Mexico; ‘i’ means a loss of independence; and ‘stan’ is for the banishment of Christianity and Judaism. Daily Islamic prayers have replaced the pledge to allegiance and the national anthem. The American flag has been replaced with one that has a blood red background, a white star and yellow crescent.
Gasoline is now at $10 CD (Camexistan Dinero). Food supplies are short and most staples, milk, bread, meats are only obtainable on the black market at exorbitant prices. Utilities are all but non existent. Electricity, of brown out quality, is on three days a week for six hours. Natural gas is so costly that only elites can afford to use it. Water has a funny taste, odor and light gray color.
Hospitals are only for the elites. Common people must use clinics. Critical patients often die before a doctor can see them. Abass ruled that all those in critical need must be euthanised.
Abortion-euthanasia facilities are as plentiful as gasoline stations once were. These facilities kill the unborn, the ill and the old. Old is defined as those 69 years of age or a person unable to work the mandatory 62 hour work week, whichever comes first. It’s unlawful for a family, other than elites, to have more than two children. All above this number must be euthanised.
All religions but Islam are banned. To practice a non-Islamic religion you must be registered at the Office of Religion. Those not registered will be executed.
Think the above is a dream, a nightmare that can’t happen?
For years, I’ve read the top pundits: Pat Buchanan, Thomas Sowell, Ann Coulter and a dozen others who moan and complain about the state of American. And I know, via the Internet, there are hundreds who have the same complaints. TV talking heads throw in their share of gripes. They truly believe that the country can be turned around by getting out the vote, by putting the right people in Congress and choosing the right President.
See what that’s gotten us!
These pundits are nothing but hands rearranging deck chairs on the USS Titanic as the band plays one last rendition of America the Beautiful. The Left has ripped a long gash in her hull. It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s a little past midnight. The great ship of State is taking on water, the bow beginning to dip below the surface. In a matter of minutes she will begin her slide down into the deep dumpster of history’s once great nations. Soon she will settle amongst the defunct civilizations of Greece, Rome, Egypt, Persia, and Britain. And we will enter the Second Dark Age. A Dark Age so barbaric and ruthless all other miseries throughout recorded history will pale by comparison.
What makes me any different than these others? I believe that the only way to halt the destruction of this great nation by the elites is to start a Second American Revolution. From where will it come? From where the first revolution came, the people.
Last night, I was listening to the Michael Savage radio program. He boasted of having an army of listeners, he called them soldiers, numbering around 59 million. As proof he asked the taxi drivers in Brooklyn to blink their lights. This reminded me of the movie Network (1976) when Howard Beale tells his audience:
“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it…we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! …you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING…My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ …Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!…”
We cannot continue in the wimpy manner of the pundits, whining and complaining about our lost country. And we have to do more than blink our lights or yell out our windows. We have to organize. We have to do what Thomas Jefferson told us we have the right to do: “…whenever any form of government shall become destructive of these ends [the individual’s freedom of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness], it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it.”
Alteration has not worked. Time to abolish.