•••We’ve all waited over four years for this•••
•••”I am waiting patiently; I’ll wait for a sign; As conspiracies unwind; Will you slam shut or free your mind? Or stay hypnotized?” — MUSE•••
The Planets are in Alignment, Literally.
75 days ago we celebrated, popped champaign and lit cigars breathing a sigh of relief. But superficial was that relief to those aware of the reality of the dangers ahead. Two and a half months of tense anticipation of another trick to be pulled by the enemy. Do not count your chickens before they hatch. We’ve suffered too many dirty tricks, too much subterfuge, too much sabotage to feel at ease in the midst of this essential and important victory. Many a sleepless night, many calls to friends, allies and colleagues assessing threats and gauging risks and yet here we are, at the eve of the next chapter in the story and the godEmperor is here and safe and ready to take back what’s ours.
Head on a Swivel
There are still twelve or so hours to go and the threat to him is so serious they had to change the Inauguration ceremony plans. The kvetching ensuing over Daddy taking the Oath in the rotunda, the scene of their false-flag coup is pure schadenfrede. It could only be improved upon if he were to invite and surround himself with J6ers; one can dream…. Salt-mining aside, at this point he should just take the oath in the White House bunker, skip the festivities and get right to work. Jamie Raskin is right about one thing, we actually should be taking a Civil War footing in these conditions. The traitors and the double agents are not going quietly into the night. They did not in the last 75 days take any of the drastic steps threatened, instead choosing to concede and regroup, or at least appear so. Do not be fooled. Until they are driven out, and their power crushed, splintered and scattered to the wind, The Donald should not, cannot drop his guard. We will see if they are bold (or desperate) enough to make an attempt today. If this day passes without incident we can breath another temporary sigh of relief. Make no mistake, we are at war.
Forward, America
While we cannot pretend that everyone who voted for Trump knew what was actually at stake, it is safe to presume everyone realized that four more years of the Sleepy Joe Agenda even if it shape-shifted to look like a spunky brown lady, was going to be depressingly dismal. Even the most TDS afflicted individuals held their noses just to get someone who looked alive and didn’t giggle at every interview question. Little do these people know how much they helped to save the country. Everything on the Trump Agenda is generally good and even if NONE of it is accomplished, things will still be better than they would have been under Queen Kneepads. Beyond the published agenda, every patriot has their own wish-list of priorities, many of which are based on Trump’s rhetoric from his rallies and interviews and implied by those he has signed on to his team. We can deduce from his most repeated promises, three goals that are arguably the most imperative and the most urgent. If Trump accomplishes just these three things, we will be on our way to saving the Nation: Deport every Illegal invader and seal the border; eviscerate the Deepstate including the foreign elements; stop the endless war machine. Yes the economy is important, yes energy is important, and yes these are in ways tied into these top three but they are not existential. Simply speaking, we won’t be a Nation if we are replaced. We are not a free Nation if the bureaucrats are left to tyrannize and bankrupt us. We will not last as a Nation if we are constantly at war. If we do these three things we will have a chance and a future to do everything else and for those things to actually matter.
The Trump Era
If God wills it, 2015 through at least 2029 (if not 2036, assuming his successor follows in kind), will be remembered as the Trump Era. He may not be President for all those years but the MAGA Movement will be remembered as the dominant and history-changing zeitgeist. For over a century the American Nation was very nearly sucked dry, almost drained to death of its life-force by foreign and domestic parasites turning the pioneering nation into a nation of debt slaves, cannon fodder and guinea pigs to be experimented on. Donald Trump the man will never fully live up to the god-like legend that his avatar became, the avatar that the tin-foil hat wearers and the don’t-tread-on-me-ers, and and the blood-and-soilers and the Reaganomic-ers, etc, all together canonized but the movement he unleashed will be legendary. The Trumpian sprit woke up a nation in decline and whatever happens on today and in the years to come, we are not going back. Some of us have waited our whole lives for this.