This isn't an article. Just another chat over coffee and overcooked cinnamon rolls between friends. Because that's what you've become. Not merely readers but friends.
Most other Conservative sites spend all their time railing against Fake Biden. That's good. Somebody's got to do it but that's just not for me. He's triply invalidated: not Joe Biden, not elected and not validly inaugurated. So why should I lend him validity by giving him the time o' day!?!
No, I'd rather spend our valuable time together "discussing the things that are said to be" and keeping our eyes fixed on our true President, Donald J. Trump. Remember him? He's the guy the Loony Liberal Left would prefer we forgot ever existed as our President...or at all! (What Trump Tower??? I don't see any Trump Tower. LOL)
Today we're going to talk about the real world that red-pilling forces us to accept. And a very bitter pill it is and yet...and yet...I still believe that this world is what we make it. It's a choice.
The Tyranny of THEY Over We the Sheep
If I had a quarter for every time my grandparents said, "Well, they say...," I'd be a rich woman today.
And whatever "They Said," my grandparents religiously did. They were injected, examined, smeared, x-rayed, operated on, treated and medicated. If "They Said," my grandparents jumped and asked, "How high?" on the way up.
They lived their entire lives under the Tyranny of They and happily never knew it. Never questioned it. Never asked why. Never asked, "Who says!?!" bless their woolly little hearts.
It never even occurred to them that the injections might be poison, that a gynecologist could be a creep, that all those old-fashioned blast away x-rays to look for cancer might actually cause cancer and that the public schools were brainwashing their children.
They lived through the most pivotal moments of 20th Century, from the sinking of Titanic when Great-Grandma was 12-years-old to the assassination of President Kennedy, and rarely mentioned any historical events.
Oh yes, they were perfect little sheep but, oddly enough, they had very nice lives. They were fairly healthy. Faithfully paid their taxes but still had more money than they ever frugally admitted. Had the expected 2.375 children and died happy after many blessed decades of life, blissfully oblivious to their sheephood.
In my more sentimental moments, I kinda' envy them. When you're exhausted as I am today, this red-pilled life is a burden.
It makes one yearn for the simple good ol' days...that never existed anywhere but in our imaginations. Now that it's our turn to actually live history, it's not nearly as glorious as one imagines.
As George C. Scott says in Patton, "The world grew up. Helluva shame."
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