And What Did You Do in the War, Grandpa?

Guest Post by Eric Peters

Some may remember the speech given by George C. Scott playing American general George S. Patton – in which he gave encouragement to the troops about to go into combat by telling them that, one day, they’d be able to tell their grandchildren what they did in that moment of truth.

All of us are likely to face one of those soon, as well.

Again.

By no means is Ronamonomania – what is styled “the pandemic” – over. It will never be over until it is repudiated to the roots of the thing; until the lies used to create the thing are acknowledged to have been lies and those who used them to terrorize the population held to account.

Not merely relieved of their usurped authority. Prosecuted, criminally. Hounded, mercilessly – to the ends of the Earth, if need be. If that is justified in the case of some 94-year-old fellow who, as a 17-year-old kid, worked as a concentration camp guard for three or four months during the final year of World War II – then surely it is justified in the case of grown men who turned the entire country into a kind of camp.

Who clearly wanted badly to put people into camps.

Who used threats of unemployment, penury and worse to coerce them into submitting to medical rape. Such people must be brought to justice – not merely allowed to fade away, like The Chimp (who paints disjointedly at his ranch in Texas).

Until that happens, this is far from over. We are merely in the trough between the waves.

The next one has already risen in China, where ferocious mass-imprisonments of whole populations – the things styled “lockdowns” – have been re-imposed as the “cases” surge, again. If the last time taught us anything, it is that whatever China does, those in America who seek to turn this joint into China will try to do the same, here.

Probably the only reason they haven’t – yet – is because of the tenuous political situation here. About the same percentage of the general population that still willingly wears a “mask” – as the Chinese-made Obedience Bibs are styled – still support the enfeebled grifter who wanders around the stage-prop Oval Office. He enjoys the same public confidence that Leonid Brezhnev did, waving through watery-eyes from atop Lenin’s tomb.   

And there is another (s)election coming up.

Every indication suggests a tsunami of repudiation – and not just of “masks” and other artifacts of weaponized hypochondria. Other forms of mental illness are up for a vote as well, including the sexualization of little kids and the pathological insistence that biological sex is a “construct” and malleable upon assertion.

Also, the evidence accrues that Orange Man was indeed defrauded of his office and the only way to assure that fraud is never officially conceded – which is the only mechanism for transmogrifying what is styled “conspiracy” and “misinformation” into generally accepted fact – is for it to never be be officially conceded. 

How else to assure that other than by assuring the next (s)election is very much like the last one? Months of Election Day – via absentee ballots, on account of “the virus” bogeyman, again. Then – Shazam! – the right result on Election Night.

Or the next day.  

To think they won’t do it again is like the surprise expressed by the frog who – after having agreed to swim the scorpion across the creek – found himself with a stinger in his back.

It’s what they do. 

And when they do it again, what will we do?

Will we abide it? Will we – as so many of us did, the last time – do nothing when they announce that Election Day will be election months? That absentee balloting is necessary, again, because “the cases! The cases!” are on the rise, again?

Will enough of us – as last time – allow them to get away with it, again?

Some of us refused to play along. Some of us never once wore the Obedience Bibs styled “masks.” We esteemed our self-respect sufficiently that we were unwilling to trade it for an airplane ride or a meal at a favorite restaurant. Much less a goddamned cup of coffee.

Some of us valued our health sufficiently to not trust it to the “good offices” of the pharmaceutical industry, which has established its trustworthiness to be less than that we’d normally accord a time-share condo pusher.

Unfortunately, it was not enough of us. Too many of us caved in or played along with the Kabuki and so enabled the tyranny. It was done for the usual reasons such things are done:

Insouciance, convenience – and cowardice.

Tyranny depends on all three. It cannot be maintained when enough people are attentive, assertive and understand that inconvenience is exactly that – and a small price to pay for the sake of one’s self-respect. And for the sake of insisting that our rights be respected – so as to avoid something much worse than mere inconvenience.

Americans have, for generations, been taught on the one hand to esteem those who were willing to stand and fight for their rights during the war for independence from Great Britain. And – on the other hand – to never imagine it might be necessary to do the same again, to regain their independence from an even greater tyranny.

The mere standing up may be sufficient. It would have been, generations ago – when the seeds of what has grown up all around us were planted. Whether it will be necessary to do more than stand up remains to be seen. The all-important thing is that enough us refuse to lay down, once again.

Not for the sake of anything – because nothing is worth the laying down, again.

Or ever was.

Perhaps the words Patton – the actual Patton – spoke to his Third Army before D-Day will help:

“Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he’s not, he’s a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he’s scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.”

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