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From Comments to yesterday's piece:
Well Mr. Aesop, that's quite the rebuttal.
Been reading your blog for a bit and usually I enjoy and generally agree with your posts/positions. Definitely supported your posts regarding the nurse in Utah that was assaulted by jackboots a while back. And even when we disagree, you typically provide some data backing your position.
You as always are a talented and creative wordsmith and this post is no exception. But I am surprised at the vitriol spewing forth in this post? As entertaining as the post is, you usually provide some pretty solid support/evidence for your position. Unfortunately in this case I am not seeing it.
You begin by impugning the character and state heritage of the writer of the post in the Federalist. Again, it's entertaining at times, but attacking the writer and not the issue/position is very much a prog rules for radicals approach.
I would agree with your position regarding the map ( although it's very similar to the one from Schlichter's book ) , but numerous folks who posted comments on his article presented alternate maps for discussion. In reality, should this occur, I seriously doubt things would break along current state lines. I would also argue your point about "real" country borders not changing. The rumblings in Scotland and Catalonia may or may not cause border shifts in Britain and Spain, but the possibility now exists and is closer to reality than ever before.
The Clinton Archipelago & Trumpland maps are cool representations of the last presidential election, but they are also geographical presentations of the election results and not of the actual voter head counts or bodies. The fact is, Clinton won the popular vote, so thank God for the founder's electoral college solution. The concerning issue being that the numbers are moving quickly past the 50% mark and are not in our favor.
Where you and I are in total agreement is the fact that the prog leaders running this country into the ground absolutely know that they can't let us leave, because we're the productive ones. So as you state, it would lead to an actual "hot Civil War 2". Which for those paying attention is why they are coming hard for our weapons (reference Venezuela for a present day example of a disarmed starving serfdom).
So my question for you is what is your solution?
I am not going to list all the challenges facing this country, you are painfully aware of them. The problem is that the trend is not moving in the right direction and the "powers-that-be" and their lemming minion hordes are growing in size and power.
The Federalist writer, probably likes hot/cold running water, electricity and grocery stores stocked with food. I would agree that those are things that make life more enjoyable. Now look at Venezuela, Syria, Yugoslavia, anywhere else where there's been a civil war. It's not a pleasant picture.
So while I agree with you that it's a very long shot that FUSA would ever peaceably split-up, the concept does have merit.
Look Aesop, I am truly not trying to f*ck with you. I am on your side and I was hoping for some answers buried inside of your rant. I mean you are behind enemy lines in Calistan, do you even have an AR? (don't answer that!) You state towards the end of your post that you love this country and you're not giving it up without spilling blood.
Fair enough and patriotic. But to paraphrase Claire Wolfe - "when is it time to start shooting"?
1) I clearly identified the ad hominem as blatantly such.
When someone is that much of a sonofabitch, it's merited, even if outside the bounds of logical disputation.
As a devotee of Messrs. Sykes and Fairbairn, one should remember that every move in every class on H2H they taught to SOE operatives was concluded with the witheringly correct coup de grace: "And then kick them in the balls!"
2) Let's be clear: I impugned the lack of character and state heritage of the carpetbagging ignoramus in question.
Anyone can be wrong. But to be deliberately stupid, and lie, while carpetbagging, usually requires a former FLOTUS with Parkinsons, and delusions of grandeur.
3) There isn't going to be any "amicable divorce". The phrase is an oxymoron equal to "military intelligence", "government help", and "jumbo shrimp".
4) The actual voter counts and bodies are meaningless. So is the popular vote. That's why we aren't a democracy. Democracy is merely mob rule, with a patent of legitimacy.
5) The numbers can move to 90% against us, but short of 270 electoral votes, it's meaningless. You wanna worry, worry about what happens when Califrutopia's Liberal Paradise suffers financial collapse, and the other 47 contiguous states get all their toothless, banjo-playing communist kinfolk back, en masse.
They aren't Californians now, and they won't be when they move back home, but you'll be dealing with the demographic catastrophe wherever you are when they purple up twenty more states, followed by the inevitable illegal alien hordes.
6) The lemmings are growing in size. They're growing their presumed political power. What they fail to realize is that it's the illusion of power, like a double yellow line on the road, or a red light at an intersection. Those only work as long as everyone follows them. One drunk driver and it all goes to hell in screeching brakes and carnage.
And the Democommunists have been driving drunk for 60 years and more. They're about to get pulled over. One way or another.
7) The solution, exactly as Chairman Mao suggested, will proceed from the barrel of a gun.
Scroll down and read the linked article at Sam Culper's FOMag.
Things are not going to "come along quietly", for a host of reasons.
For reference, the NRA is twice the size of just our current military. The number of gun owners is ten times the size of the largest army we ever fielded, which won world wars against three nations on three continents in 4 1/2 years.
And all those pretty toys and shiny bases depend for every waking moment on the sufferance and goodwill of the people who surround them 24/7/365, for everything from gasoline to power for the lights to food for the chow hall.
At the end of the day, their chance against a contrary populace would be that of the convict against the noose; they would die kicking at air, wishing they'd made other life choices were they to turn on the nation's populace, and no small number would shoot the leaders who tried. You can get away with a Bonus Army/Manzanar/Kent State/Waco incident about once every quarter century; after that, the folks will shoot you coming out of the latrine, proactively, and you're done.
The .mil knows this in their marrow. The Progtards are going to find out that if push comes to shove, they'll be the ones on the menu.
8) Everyone likes hot/cold running water, electricity and grocery stores stocked with food. Wanting and having are two entirely different things.
What can't continue, won't.
The Welfare State is about out of time, money, altitude, and airspeed. Let alone the good wishes of the populace.
The cockroach class will survive as a remnant, and the rest, as in all times, will find that those who can, do, and thrive, and the useless teat-suckers get slaughtered with the rest of the pigs.
9) If you have to ask "when?", it isn't time.
The point is not to worry about "when". It's to understand that it's going to be "when", and not "if", and to be ready, on the day.
The folks interested in retreating behind another imaginary line may not be interested in another civil war, when it comes, but a civil war will certainly be interested in them.
One is reminded of nothing so apropos as poor Wilmer McLean. Like the OP's protagonist, he was a former military man, who in Wilmer's case owned a house in the Virginia countryside in 1861.
It was near Manassas, and during the first Battle of Bull Run, was P.T. Beauregard's HQ, and struck by cannon fire. After Second Manassas took place in the front yard, Mclean had had quite enough of Civil War, and moved himself and his pregnant wife to a quieter place. Near the courthouse, at Appomattox. Where the final surrender of Lee to Grant was literally signed in his living room.
Mr. Kelly had better hope his real estate agent has a better sense of location, location, location.