Of course, he’s a philosopher. Who else but a philosopher could say what he said?
Dockside. Troop ship. Bands, banners, wives, girlfriends, mothers, fathers, sisters and especially proud little brothers. Uniformed GIs tossing duffle bags over the shoulder to throw a last smile, wave and kiss to loved ones. The ship’s mighty klaxon booming out a warning to hurry up and get one more kiss floating on its way.
The “philosopher” turned to his friend and said, “You know, if only nobody ever got hurt or killed, war would be more fun than anything else in the world!”
And that’s the kind of war I’m hoping for right now. No casualties of any kind, except fatal damage to the ego and self-esteem of those criminals who think their crime is clever and likely to lead to a better world – the crime of vote fraud!
There’s no such thing as a little bit of murder, but there is such a thing as a little bit of treason. Vote fraud sabotages the mechanics of democracy. This is a serious crime. But almost nobody takes it seriously enough. I call for war!
Kevin “Coach” Collins, former New York Police Department detective, puts out a site – coachisright.com – that adds a lot of color and muscle to the Web.
In early April, Coach Collins let fly an article that belongs on bedside tables where alarm clocks go. It accurately accuses Republicans of being politically intoxicated and operationally incapacitated by all the polls that keep on looking better and better. The outlook is that Republicans will take control of the Senate and broaden their lead in the House. Fools! I felt like a total irredeemable fool when I read Coach’s excoriation of this stupid Republican optimism.
“You’re assuming a fair and honest election,” (paraphrasing) Coach tells us. “Those who are doing such a brilliant job leading America into a far-left asphalt quagmire have no intention of sitting back and losing the Senate fairly and squarely and then congratulating the Republicans and offering to ‘come together’ for a better America. You can be sure,” Coach’s message continues, they’ll steal, cheat and lie with vicious abandon. We who are on the other side are the ones who will look at each other with horror at around 20 minutes to 11 on Election Night, debating which agency is responsible for setting things right, which bureau will step in and stop this travesty and which publication do we turn to to give the world a “piece of our mind.”
Coach made me feel like a Jew in Warsaw as the triumphant Nazis were beginning to implement the “Final Solution” early in World War II. “Roosevelt will never allow this!” those Jews reassured each other. “The pope will never allow this. The League of Nations will never allow this.” Tell me again who it is you expect to come galloping in to reverse the outcome of a stolen election?
Are all Democrats thieves and cheaters? Is that a valid summation of the American Democrat? Of course not. That would be an ignorant allegation. Let me tell you what’s not so ignorant. They may represent only a small percentage of Democrats, but that’s all you need for massive rape of the results and reversal of the legitimate public will. We on the other side are vacuous, insipid and myopic. Get ready to get swallowed.
I’m not saying I do a good job. All I’m saying is, my job is keeping up with things like Republican plans to thwart election theft. And I’ve heard nothing, read nothing and know nothing about any meaningful Republican response.
There are more Republican governors than there are Democrats. If I were a Republican governor, I’d pick the half-dozen angriest and smartest activists in my party to look for the holes and vulnerabilities in our voting defenses and plug them up immediately. Don’t states still have legislatures? Can we ramrod through laws providing for five-year prison terms for those convicted of vote fraud? One of the most common areas of vote fraud is the Northern resident with a Florida home who votes in both states. I say, if convicted, you lose your Florida house!
Can I separate my fear from my anger? (And that’s not just anger at the vote-criminals, but anger at our own screaming naiveté and wimpishness.)
I think I’ll let that bomber pilot in World War II have the last word.
A chaplain asked for and was granted permission to accompany his flock on a bombing mission over Germany. Their B-17 was taking a lot of flak that night. The outboard starboard engine was knocked out. Another engine was smoking. A portion of the tail section was shot away. And enemy fire was piercing the fuselage and exiting the plane through the roof. The chaplain crawled up to the cockpit and, making a valiant effort to control his fear, said to the pilot, “Things must be pretty bad, Captain. The boys back there are cussing.”
“Padre,” replied the pilot with a smile, “as long as they’re cussing, everything’s fine. Get back to me when they quit cussing and start praying.”
That’s the strategy. Keep praying as usual, and try to cuss more effectively.
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