The dreamer awakes

I was kind of wary of Donald Trump a year ago.  I confess it, even though I voted for him.  I was so, so, so GLAD that America had dodged the bullet and not elected the Criminal Commie Hag (may her name and ugly puss soon grace WANTED posters all across America).  But I feared that The Donald would turn out to be a Man On a White Horse, a political savior who would establish a counter-revolutionary tyranny for our own good.  History is full of these types.

Didn’t happen, and it is becoming increasingly clear that it is not going to happen.

For all of his monumental ego Trump is not, as was his never sufficiently to be damned darned predecessor, The Won, a malignant narcissist.  In the entire hour and twenty minutes he never uttered the word “I” once.  In contrast to Barry H. Zero, Trump said “America” 80 times with admiration, approval and reverence.  He loves America, he loves Americans, he loves what and who Americans are, and he loves what America and Americans can be, and, by God, he loves what America and Americans WILL be.

America is great, and America will be greater.  This is his vision.  What he did last night was sell America’s success, America’s goodness, America’s greatness to Americans and to the world.  Now Americans, and the world, are lining up to buy a piece.  America is once again the world’s hottest property.  The Good Book tells us that “without a vision the people perish.”  I suppose it will be necessary to point out that it must be a worthy, a noble vision.  President Donald J. Trump laid out just such a vision before our eyes.  I don’t know about you, but my heart beat high with joy, not just because the vision is so beautiful, but also because it is such a glorious challenge.  The polls (a pox on both their houses anyhow) are clear that most Americans felt the same.

But some did not.  Notably the Democratic Socialists – who signified their disagreement with a prissy show of studied disrespect – and the 25% or so of Americans for whom America is a strange and distasteful place.  These people, the evil leaders and their shambling collectivist thugs and their mindless hordes of useful idiots.  Their noses are still out of joint because they couldn’t win the presidency, and are losing local and State elections everywhere, they aren’t ready to give up.  Their dream of seizing and holding power in perpetuity is too sweet to surrender.  For seventy years they have lulled us into complacency and inaction, determined to destroy everything good and dear and raise the hammer and sickle over us all.  Oh, you can be sure they aren’t throwing in the towel.

Do not be deceived.  In His goodness God has granted the United States a respite in the person of Donald Trump.  He is undoing much evil and we will gain on our enemies while he is in office.  But he won’t be in office forever, and just as the reforms initiated by Ronald Reagan evanesced under his successors, so will Trump’s unless we are willing to take the bull by the tail, face the situation, wrestle it to the ground and slit its bawling throat.  It will be a dirty, dangerous and largely thankless task, a task suited to a people fired by a vision, fiercely loyal to the Divine authority from Whom we hold our lives, our loves and our fundamental freedoms, and determined in the face of Hell and death that We the People will not ever yield to wicked tyrants.

“Still, if you will not fight for the right when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than live as slaves.”  ―Winston Churchill―

Come, now, seize the day.  Duty and glory await.