The Elite. The Bilderbergers. The New World Order. The Great Culling. Agenda 2030. Roll it all together and whaddya get?
Some pretty pissed off Americans...and patriots everywhere!
As Digital Freedom Fighters like Victor Laszlo in Casablanca, our fight to constantly rip the mask off, or even better, anticipate the NWO's devilish plots is exhausting. So often on social media I read Great Patriots posting, "Gonna take a break from Telegram" or "Binge watching Bering Sea Gold. Back tomorrow" (totally addictive show!) because both being red-pilled and red-pilling others can drain the vim and vinegar right out of you.
When I'm sick of it all (or when Michael won't shut up about it all!), I cope by taking an imaginary vacation in my imaginary flat in my favorite city: Paris. Oh, not the Paris of lockdowns and beheadings and Yellow Vests and Macron, but the perfect Paris of my imagination. The Paris of Rick and Ilsa. You'd be surprised how an imaginary stroll down the Champs-Elysées munching on an imaginary baguette or sipping imaginary Bollinger in a café will relax you. "Here's lookin' at you, Kid."
What I've learned through watching a lot of YouTubes and food travel shows set in Paris is twofold. First, we are amazingly blessed right here in the good ol' US of A. Second, we little people have been engaged in this fight against the Elite for well over a century (longer!)...and we're winning. That's right, Patriots: winning.
Slowly, surely, over the decades, we have risen while the Elite have shrunk to a shadow of their former glory. (Elite Quote of the Week: "We used to have a private golf course, you know.") What November the 3rd did was grease the skids. Instead of a trickle of people being red-pilled, now it's a flood. Instead of an occasional win, now men and women and children worldwide are gathering and marching and shouting and demanding their freedom like that incomparable moment where everyone rose to sing La Marseillaise to the Nazis in Rick's Café Américain. Oh! Actual goosebumps! (Many of the actors had recently escaped Nazi Germany so their tears were real.)
But it's a constant, exhausting battle. Evil will never, ever capitulate. "Winning" is a misnomer. Instead, we should use terms like Maintaining a High Level of Freedom or euphamisms like that. Fighting for Freedom is a new lifestyle for many of us. It's not a destination. It's not an event. This is Life now. This is our "new normal." (Oh! I hate that term!)
Before, for every Captain Renault there were maybe 1,000 Victor Laszlos. Now for every Major Strasser there are 10 million Laszlos with a few Ricks and Ilsas thrown in.
The battle of Good vs Evil will last as long as this Earth exists and all we can hope to do is "not let the side down" during our brief soujourn on this cockeyed planet.
That's why I say, when you're exhausted or frustrated, stop and count your blessings because, Dahling, we'll always have Paris.
Paris the Uncomfortable
Even today, 1.5 million in Paris will get you no elevator. Probably no oven, no washer, no dryer, no dishwasher and definitely no air conditioner but you'll be perspiring in style!
Compared to Paris and many European cities, we bellyaching Americans are living in the lap of luxury. We actually have cars instead biking through rain, snow and sleet as they do in Amsterdam. But on balance we can't geek out in front of Rembrandt's The Night Watch at the Rijksmuseum.
All American homes or apartments generally come with the appliances necessary to bake a cake, wash a load of towels or keep our domicile cool and comfortable. We actually own the land under our home so, unlike Shanghai, if we sink thousands into fixing-upping our fixer-upper, the government can't snatch it away from us, fix-ups and all.
Just the fact that we hoipolloi can live in those gorgeous old Paris buildings ("For a price, Ugarte, for a price.") is progress in itself. You see, in 1853, George-Eugène Haussmann was commissioned to clean-up and beautify Paris, which had sunk into a malodorous slum. Okay! It stunk. I was trying to be polite.
This extreme Parisian makeover required evicting the thousands (millions?) of poor Parisian who called it home. I did some research but no one seems to know nor care where they went nor how they lived after being evicted.
Actually, we're lucky to have Paris at all! According to the BBC, "When in 1944, as Allied forces marched to liberate the city and Adolf Hitler gave orders for the wholesale demolition of Paris, the German military governor Major General Dietrich von Choltitz refused to obey. Paris was simply too beautiful to violate." (Or has this version of history also been debunked!?! I'm getting pretty sick of that!)
Anyways, if you have the kale, you can actually live in a beautiful Belle Epoque building that only the Elite of Paris could call home in the 19th Century.
You won't be comfortable but you can live there. Oh là là!
Heading in the Right Direction
Americans are wonderful people. Salt of the earth. Milk of human kindness and all that but we have two tremendous faults: #1. We're horribly impatient. #2 We think we know it all, especially about our government. Resolute Desk Jockeying is like a national pasttime!
Yes, things aren't Right here. It's not perfect. A lot of things should be different, and we're working on it, but damn it! We are blessed!
Maybe our national impatience is because society got red-pilled almost overnight on 11/3/2020 but we lack the long view. We're in such a damn hurry to slam President Trump back in the White House and get back to our beer and Monday Night Football. On one hand we use dire phrases like "America in peril" and "America won't survive" while on the other hand we talk about "winning the war" and "President Trump returning" as if all will be well overnight.
America and Americans are stronger than that but we should really knock off all the contradictory hyperbole. We're not being impeccable with our words.
Unlike us, Evil is patient. It's happy to take millenia to accomplish its agenda. Why is Good always in such a damn, corner-cutting rush?
We need to take the long view informed by history. Fixing society and governments take months...years...decades...centuries. The progress is agonizingly slow and you never actually arrive. Things will never be perfect because Earth is sullied. It's wrong. Evil should've never existed here but it does. (Thanks a lot, Adam and Eve!) As I always say, "There's no right in a wrong situation." Let that sink in. Earth is a wrong situation ergo we can never, ever get things quite right. We may get close, but we'll never get it perfectly right.
Nonetheless, like Laszlo we've got to keep trying. If you want to fix things correctly and peacefully as President Trump does, then it's going to take time and a lot of it. I once read that the only men who survived imprisonment in the Hanoi Hilton were the ones who said, "We'll get out of here eventually." The ones who put a solid date on their release ("Free by Christmas!") died of disappointment and broken hearts.
We all need to gear down or we won't survive this. Our adrenal glands will go splat. Being red-pilled is tiring and trying to red-pill others is even worse. (It's also working! Have you seen some of the headlines on the DailyMail!?! That rag has changed. They actually admitted Donald Trump might've been right about Wuhan all along. Quick! My smelling salts!)
So take care of yourselves, Patriots. When you need a break, take a break! The New World order won't get the upper hand because you spend a Saturday bingewatching Downton Abbey (Michael) after carefully brewing a pot of Earl Grey tea with hints of bergamot (also Michael.)
Just like real soldiers are granted "two day passes to Paris," so Digital Soldiers also need mental vacations. Mine is Paris.
Despots come, despots go. Dictators come, dictators go. Wars are fought, peace is made. Everyone fights for freedom in their own way, some overtly like Victor Laszlo, some quietly like Rick Blaine and some surprisingly like Renault. "I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."
Yet somehow, in the midst of all the chaos, "We'll always have Paris."
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