Friday, June 12, 2020
Keep Honking, I'm Reloading
The Left uses talk to fight.
The Right does neither, as a rule.
We generally aren't going to talk.
We aren't going to fight.
We're going to do nothing.
But if push comes to shove, we'll annihilate.
Talking and fighting aren't steps on the continuum, they're sideshows.
Predators eat prey, certainly, but Nature documents no intramural wars to the death for existential survival within any species, AFAIK.
Except amongst humans.
The Left keeps fiddling with the safety cover over that switch, and seems bent on getting the other half of society to go ahead and flip it.
Then it looks like Dresden and Hiroshima, and puts even diseases to shame for sheer slaughter, until the point is taken to heart.
The human race's population is careening towards a precipitous dip in absolute numbers, with a complimentary spike in the group average IQ.
It's never good to be at the literal cutting edge of that phenomenon, because the phrase itself is rather more descriptive than metaphorical at that point.
That yakking going on now?
That's the Left, contributing the "O"s in OODA, and helpfully self-identifying.
Black and white stripes are helpful to make all zebras look alike, but it's even more helpful to identify them for the menu construction of the local lion pride.