|"The fog creeps in on little cat feet..." - Carl Sandburg|
From Linda Fox, via Cold Fury, the following:
It's here. Now.
They hate us. They have contempt for us, and no hesitation about displaying it openly. They viciously attack us in public, in our homes, and use thug tactics to threaten our livelihoods, our safety, and our ability to function in a modern society.When it's all over, there will be a putative victor (because a fight so infused with hatred must end in complete surrender for one side), but there will not be peace. It will end in bitterness, lasting distrust, and unwillingness to associate with the other side in any way. It will be the end of the United States, as we have known it.Logic has not stopped their lies. Resort to the courts is a lost cause. They have taken over the legislative bodies, maligning and intimidating any opposition, threatening the established leadership, and using underhanded means in their climb to power.I don't see an end that doesn't culminate in death - many of them.
While we agree with the observations, we must dispute the theme.
No, it's not "here now".
Because they aren't killing you on the streets, neither singly nor in batches, nor are you doing that to them.
And that, plainly, is the only way you'll know when we are "there now".
But we aren't far from it, though as yet it hides somewhere out amidst the fog.
Which is clearly the Fog Of War.
It's visible, but it hasn't yet rolled in, save in small wisps.
Know what it and its arrival portends, and make the most of the time left you, however much or little that may yet be.
Neither will the aftermath be the long twilight distrust you imagine.
When the civil conflict you imagine arises, it will be a war of survival, and extinction, and there will be but one victor left standing afterwards. There will be no Marshall Plan, no Appomattox kindness and conciliatory welcome of separated brothers.
This will be Rome vs. Carthage, for all time.
One side only shall leave the field triumphant, the other side shall cease to exist for all time.
So it must be, and so it shall.
One doesn't make peace with a cancer.
It will indeed be war to the knife, and knife to the hilt.
But afterwards will be cleansing the locus of the disease with fire, and salting the field that brought forth the error, lest anything ever live or grow there again.
It may prove to be a chainsaw amputation, but it will be equally permanent as any done with the finest medical laser.
Communism delenda est.