Divemedic has elected to close his blog. His house, his rules.
Regarding whomever he was referring to in the latest post, I say only this.
1) Nobody is going to be "stacking up" on anyone, anywhere. Probably ever.
2) Some people - including folks some imagine are just "hiding behind a keyboard" - may have already "stepped up". If they did or do, the internet will be the last place to find out. The last of the Three Esses is "Shut up." For a reason.
3) We're already in a war. But like popcorn, it's only a few random kernels popping off. For the moment. 700,000 illegal aliens storming the border may alter that equation somewhat. Time will tell.
4) But what's beyond argument is that the ballot box has been taken away.
The soap box is on the endangered species list, whether you're a blogger, or the most popular newscaster in broadcast news.
The jury box is on life support, with daily back-and-forth battles between communist activist judges, and strict Constitutional constructionists occurring by the day, from coast to coast.
TPTB have been coming at the cartridge box using the other three boxes for the last 50 years and more, relentlessly.
5) The obvious question for anyone not insane has to be: Just how far up your leg and ass does the alligator have to swallow you before you think things are getting serious?
As my last essay pointed out, I don't think "organization", at this point is going to happen. Americans have a long and distinguished history of waiting until it's obvious to deaf and blind people that something needs to be done, before doing anything collectively. True from the 1700s to five seconds ago.
You have a demented, senile, drooling, babbling, doddering puppet installed in the Oval Office, with a certified moron and another senile drunkard idiot in the #2 and #3 slots.
Stevie Wonder, from space, can see the 2020 election was a total and complete fraud.
Epstein didn't kill himself.
Most of TPTB visited his island. None of them has been even investigated, let alone indicted.
A retarded former bartender, on a $155k/yr congressweasel salary, is worth $29M dollars after less than 6 years in office. No investigation or charges have been filed.
A local prosecutor in a blue hive has indicted the political opposition's frontrunner less than two years out from the next national elections, in a page from Banana Republic 101.
The entire military has been gutted, first with COVIDiocy, and now with pinktarded wokeism so rank it reeks to space. A quarter to half of all US military pilots are probably medically unfit to fly, and none of the services can make their recruitment quotas. We're headed for a mandatory draft in less than 5 years if this continues.
Most of unemployed Mexico, Central, and South America, along with a healthy contingent from Africa, Asia, Trashcanistan, and Shitholia lies poised at the Southern Border to overwhelm all life as you know it north of Brownsville, as we type this.
Your dollars, in real terms, are worth less than the ink and paper it took to create them, in flashbacks to Weimar, Zimbabwe, and Venezuela. And if the economy crashes, nothing you own that you can lay hands on will be worth a plugged nickel, including your pension, retirement benefit guarantees, savings, or anything else. We're talking Mad Max for real, which could happen in twenty years from now, or twenty minutes. Nobody knows which.
7) Now, looking at just that, anyone that thinks that internet rhetoric about what's already been inflicted on us is the most pressing concern in the country, signify by standing on your head, and clapping your hands.
We've been under attack for years. Like SAfrican farmers, the body count's getting obvious to anyone looking, from anywhere.
Some people are going to decide they've had enough. The smart ones are going to do something about it, as they can, when they can, to whomever they can. They're not going to advertise, or cock-a-doodle-doo.
They're just going to do what they think needs to be done.
They're going to Shoot. Shovel.* And Shut Up.
Eventually, that may become noticeable. Whether it does or doesn't, everyone is going to have to decide to get in that game, or just watch.
That's a you problem, not a me or an us problem.
Because if you do it, I don't want to know. And if I do it, I'm not telling. Not you, not anybody, not ever.
Anybody who does is a pure Grade AAA Idiot.
But It's. Going. To. Start. Happening.
Best to wrap your head around that reality. As opposed to waiting until it smacks you in the face like someone swinging a frozen cod.
The deafening silence to that last essay I wrote signifies a lookieloo to pipehitter ratio of about 100:1. Maybe even smaller than that. (The entire French Resistance under the Nazis was never more than 3% of the country, BTW.)
Twas ever thus.
But it's a big damned country. FTR, 1% of the country is bigger than the entire military and police, combined. 50,000 Taliban bested us in A-stan, and 500 PIRA boyos ran the entire British nation ragged for 50 years.
And some of the police and military are also in that 1% anyways. (That fact keeps TPTB awake at night.)
Hard times require hard goods, hard men, and hard friends. If you haven't got you some of each of those, best be about that mission, with a will and a purpose.
Say what you want. IDGAF. Do (or don't do) whatever you want. You will anyways. Go in peace.
But if things really are peachy where you're at - for the moment - or if you're too chickenshit to ever step up (I make no judgements in that respect either way) at least stay up on the porch with the small dogs, or just hold your peace, instead of yipping "You go first!"; let other people do what they will, and don't be getting all pissy about what you're not ready for. Yet. Time will tell who's right or wrong, and you may get off the porch one day of necessity, and wish you didn't have to walk back anything from sunnier days.
Mel Gibson's Patriot was the loudest voice at the town hall meeting for avoiding war and bloodshed. Until his ox was gored, his son was shot, his house was burned, and another son trundled off to be hanged.
He didn't post a declaration on the church door. He didn't run to the neighbor's house. He grabbed his tools, and got to work his ownself.
If you think there's not a lesson there for anyone with eyes and ears, you aren't paying close enough attention. May God make you fast and accurate when the time comes.