Reflections From a Murky Pond

The Democrats are now calling for unity behind their President and their vision for the future iteration of the nation. But their cries for such unity of support and vision do little but call up memories of prophetic works and social commentary of bygone days.

There was from the first very great opposition to the marriage of Nunez and Medina-sarote; not so much because they valued her as because they held him as a being apart, an idiot, incompetent thing below the permissible level of a man. Her sisters opposed it bitterly as bringing discredit on them all; and old Yacob, though he had formed a sort of liking for his clumsy, obedient serf, shook his head and said the thing could not be. The young men were all angry at the idea of corrupting the race, and one went so far as to revile and strike Nunez. He struck back. Then for the first time he found an advantage in seeing, even by twilight, and after that fight was over no one was disposed to raise a hand against him. But they still found his marriage impossible.

Old Yacob had a tenderness for his last little daughter, and was grieved to have her weep upon his shoulder.

“You see, my dear, he’s an idiot. He has delusions; he can’t do anything right.”

“I know,” wept Medina-sarote. “But he’s better than he was. He’s getting better. And he’s strong, dear father, and kind–stronger and kinder than any other man in the world. And he loves me–and, father, I love him.”

Old Yacob was greatly distressed to find her inconsolable, and, besides–what made it more distressing–he liked Nunez for many things. So he went and sat in the windowless council-chamber with the other elders and watched the trend of the talk, and said, at the proper time, “He’s better than he was. Very likely, some day, we shall find him as sane as ourselves.”

Then afterwards one of the elders, who thought deeply, had an idea. He was a great doctor among these people, their medicine-man, and he had a very philosophical and inventive mind, and the idea of curing Nunez of his peculiarities appealed to him.

One day when Yacob was present he returned to the topic of Nunez. “I have examined Nunez,” he said, “and the case is clearer to me. I think very probably he might be cured.”

“This is what I have always hoped,” said old Yacob.

“His brain is affected,” said the blind doctor.

The elders murmured assent.

“Now, WHAT affects it?”

“Ah!” said old Yacob.

THIS,” said the doctor, answering his own question. “Those queer things that are called the eyes, and which exist to make an agreeable depression in the face, are diseased, in the case of Nunez, in such a way as to affect his brain. They are greatly distended, he has eyelashes, and his eyelids move, and consequently, his brain is in a state of constant irritation and distraction.”

“Yes?” said old Yacob. “Yes?”

“And I think I may say with reasonable certainty that, in order to cure him complete, all that we need to do is a simple and easy surgical operation–namely, to remove these irritant bodies.”

“And then he will be sane?”

“Then he will be perfectly sane, and a quite admirable citizen.”

— “The Country of the Blind“
H.G. Wells, April 1904

To be sure, there’s little to no doubt that the best and kindest of the opinions of Democrats is that Americans’ brains are affected and suffering from a constant state of irritation and distraction from our “diseased” eyes. And, much like the blind doctor, they have a cure to return us to their version of sanity.

Today is election day! It’s the actual day when, under normal circumstances and without interference from Democrats, the vast majority of votes would normally be cast. It is also in the 2020 elections the end of the prologue. The actual meat of the historic chaos is about to ensue.

Then, why should the 2020 elections be any better than the rest of 2020?

As bad, worrisome, and chaotic as the 2000 presidential elections were, expect the 2020 elections to be an order of magnitude worse. No matter which way the initially reported – or misreported – results go, be fully prepared to deal with legal challenges and “civil unrest.”

The stage has been set by both sides and now the lead up will be concluded today/ tonight. Now the actual story of this maintenance or transference of power will be written. Do not – I certainly don’t and have prepared as the military trained me to do – expect it to be peaceful.

A little Halloween hope and horror. Hope for Americans and our nation’s future, but horror for our domestic enemies who would see Millennials supporting President Trump as the rankest of tragedies.

Those people who claim that voting doesn’t matter because the candidates and their respective parties are, at the end of the day, all going to act the same are simply expressing a key sign of the pathology of extreme disillusionment. These – can’t really call them fringers anymore, not after two runs of Bernie Sanders – sad ideological extremists just “aren’t well” and aren’t truly capable of processing reality in a more normative fashion and seem to respond solely to stimuli that the rest of us don’t see.

Now true, at some past points in history, these sorts did have some modicum of a point. A professional, establishment Republican was not fundamentally different from a professional, establishment Democrat. Once elected, both differed in behavior from the other only in priorities and rhetoric. Those times, however, have been over for quite a while – something that the Left’s pundits bemoan regularly enough that only the paranoid would dispute the truth of it.

Frankly, between the election of Donald Trump, a total political outsider, to the office of President and Bernie Sanders’ two almost-nominations – both blocked almost solely through machinations of the DNC – it’s more than clear that the sufferers of extreme disillusionment are not enjoying the same consensus reality as the rest of us.

Indeed, instead of sheep voting for either the wolf or the lion, it’s now two opposing flocks of sheep each trying to put their sheepdog into power, thereby gaining the grazing lands for themselves.

In this election, unlike sadly too many of them, the choice before the electorate is clear, starkly so in fact. We, the People can vote for- and reelect President Donald Trump, a man who has done more to restore America and further her path to greatness, and who has done even more than that to further peace throughout the world, or we can allow the Democrats to install Joe Biden as POTUS, a man who never accomplished anything in his life, is sadly beset by mental degeneration, and who has spent most of the last year hiding in his basement while the press road cover for him.

Yes, the choice is very clear, very real, and very existential: America or the next step in birthing whatever monstrosity the Democrats want to replace her with.