Say, How About That Deep State?

Kurt Schlichter (a national treasure at this point) asks a simple question.

Can we hope to keep our republic when one of the parties supports tyranny?

He doesn't answer the question, which is obviously rhetorical, but I will:

No, we cannot.

That answer has consequences, as does the ceaseless quest for tyranny by the party representing, nominally, 48% of the voting population, some 66M persons (some of them non-existent, and a like number Munchkinland-Coroner-dead, but that's another topic for another time).

Forgetting entirely what might have been, the continued existence of the nominal republic depends, every waking minute, on the continued heartbeat of a man who will be 72 in less than three weeks' time. And who, at most, will only be able to do anything for another six and a half years. Which optimistic timeframe could vanish like morning mist should that heart stop beating.

What happens after that is anyone's guess, but history has certain suggestions along those lines, from multiple similar situations.

We've been there before as a country too. The last time tyranny tried to hold sway here, it had to be rooted out, from one end of the country to the other, only after seven long years of war, which became an international cataclysm so great, it toppled the French monarchy in direct result.

So unless someone else rises up in the very near future to stand in the breach, currently and solely occupied by a man with voluminous shortcomings, orange skin, and of dubious character, but a prescience for public perception and an instinct for action that has, thus far, proved uncanny.

History has seen that before too. Such genius runs rampant for a time, but there is always a Gettysburg, a Waterloo, or a Senate full of backstabbers to bring such runs of brilliance to a sudden and sticky end. And afterwards, it's the hordes of common followers who pay the price, and ever shall it be.

Someone else was once faced with the prospect of half a nation set against the other half.

 "A house divided against itself cannot stand." I believe this government cannot endure, permanently, half slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved; I do not expect the house to fall; but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing, or all the other."

We know how that soiree turned out.
Casualty figures at that rate, less than 2% of the population, which were the most fearsome death toll of any war in the nation's history for all time, would in the current time leave 6.5M Americans dead, if the forces of tyranny decide they'd rather fight than quit. That's one 9/11, each and every day, for five years, non-stop.

And when we go, the world system goes as well. The collapse would be biblical.  When  Bosnia or Zimbabwe or Venezuela goes under, the rest of the world just moves to the other side of the street, and continues on by. When global empires collapse, one of two things happens: it either starts a world war, or ends one. We aren't in one now, so you figure out what's next. That's what's at stake.

And not to belabor the point, but that time, most of the war was fought solely on the territory of one side; there were no civil war battles nor damages in vast swaths of the states north of the Mason-Dixon line. A second such conflict will be no such location-limited, which will make it not a state-to-state conflict, but rather one from house-to-house, times everywhere.
And neither blue hive enclaves like Boston, Manhattan, San Francisco, or Chicongo, nor Red State comparative paradises in someplace like Dallas or Salt Lake City should think they'll escape such a conflagration.

It's widely known that there were never any more than a few thousand members of the IRA even at the height of "The Troubles", and in 1969 there were only 50 in Belfast (which rapidly swelled to 1200 in two years). And despite over 10,000 imprisonments over decades, they ran the British ragged and terrorized half that island for half a century, and still exist as an active terrorist organization to this day.

Anyone who thinks that sort of thing can't or won't happen here, from both sides, because magical American exceptionalism, is pissing into the wind: it won't work, and they're all wet.

So, the Leftards can have a sudden 180° reversal of course, because suddenly they acquire a basic grasp on reality contrary to all experience since at least 1960.

Or, you can begin making preparations for what happens once things start to fall apart utterly, and completely, as they always will once tyranny is allowed to run rampant and unchecked.

There's no likelihood anyone in the Uniparty in D.C. wants anything other than unbridled tyrannical statism to become the de facto operating principle of the former republic, and anyone trying otherwise has been uniformly sandbagged and thwarted, if not outright co-opted. Whenever we send one of our guys to Mordor On The Swamp, he stops being one of our guys.

So short of arrests and trials of every person who is and has participated in this Deep State crapola, by the literal thousands before January 20, 2020 (or 2024, at the rosiest reading of the tea leaves), including hunting down George Soros like he was Bin Laden, because he is, you can kiss the republic as you know it good bye.

It's inevitably going to run out of altitude, airspeed, and ideas, and rapidly plummet into the abyss so aptly described by Matt Bracken as "Bosnia times Rwanda".

You could be amidst that now, but for an electoral accident of epic proportions.
Thank a merciful deity, or the most fortuitous conjunction of luck in the galaxy's history.

It will not last indefinitely; it is but a respite.

Thus far, we have not changed course in heading to the cliff Schlichter observes; only our speed.

Nearly 50M good little Progtard minions just in this country want you dead, imprisoned, or enslaved, because they think they can run your lives and theirs better than you could do for yourself.

In fact, every attempt or expression of your belief that you can and should be allowed to run your own life at liberty, drives them into paroxysms of apoplexy and howls of pained screeching, up to frequencies heard only by dogs and bats.

And they'll happily raise and import armies from the pit of hell itself to come here and assist in their undertaking.

The Orcs mean to conquer you, supplant you, chain you up, and ultimately slaughter and eat you, as surely as any scene in a Peter Jackson movie or a J.R.R. Tolkien novel.
Not all fiction is fictional.

So, how much longer would you like to put off doing that PT, or putting your crap together in one bag, and getting your affairs in order?