SO YOU WANT A CIVIL WAR, HUH?
Gee, ever stop to think what that really means?
In real-life terms, Proud Boi; not in those ‘God, Guts, and Guns” fever-dreams with which you normally frenzy yourself...
Married?
Your wife won’t be making those weekly, possibly even daily. trips to Costco, Starbucks, grocery stores or beauty salons, the malls, the beaches, the parks, etc.;
Ain’t gonna be no Hobby Lobby; no Chik Fil-A; no Beer Barn; no monster trucks or Stock Car races, no Indy 500, no ANYTHING.
All those places will be under siege, many permanently closed, beset by the new reality of snipers, bombers, roving bands of angry armed people who will threaten your loved ones with imminent death or capture for ransom, and all the other niceties of war...
Your kids? Resolve now to forget about anything like sports, soccer, football, cheerleading, academic field trips, concerts, date nights, spring break, clothes shopping, drivers training, and all the rest - your kids now have REAL targets on their back, fair game in this civil war you wanted.
They have now become easy pickings for your self-made ‘enemies’ who will shoot from rooftops and moving cars; they will be kidnapped and used as pawns in a never-ending upscaling of terror, fear, loss and despair.
But isn’t that you want for all the other Americans with whom you have refused to disagree civilly?
To hurt them in the most demonic of ways?
Pick them off in the streets?
Poison their water supplies, steal their livestock, vehicles and valuables, gleefully toss their aging parents and snarling public-school-educated brats into some cold night without food, warmth or shelter, with their suffering infinitely multiplied by the relentless pandemic and bitter winter?
You want those ‘spawn of the devil Democrats” and their families dead and rivers of “liberal’ blood under your feet, isn’t that right?
That’s what civil war means.
Civil war.
Because your supposed grievances are so crushing, so outrageous, so unbearable, that you just can’t wait anymore to test out that new Glock or AR-15 on the first young ‘punk’ who dares diss King Donald Trump...
Because that’s what civil war means.
It means starvation, deprivation, relentless tragedies, the loss of family fortunes, property and dignity, and the breaking down of all social norms that make civilization possible.
Job, gone. Property seized.
Credit?
WHAT CREDIT?
There is no longer a credit system for you. It will no longer be viable in a civil war.
Oh, no internet either.
And no power companies supplying you with light, heat, or energy at the touch of a switch. They’ve been sabotaged.
BTW...How’s the back? You’ll need to chop wood soon, will it hold up?
Health insurance? WHAT health insurance?
Who’s gonna insure a very bad risk like you, Mr. and Mrs. Civil War?
Awww, so what, as long as you see liberal tears, right?
After all, this is the civil war you’ve been hoping for, praying for!
The one where Blacks, Mexicans, Muslims, Jews, anyone who doesn’t look, sound, eat, pray, smell and vote just like you are finally put back in their place by the righteous white man.
Because of COURSE no one in any of those groups know how to fight back in kind, they’re all snowflakes...am I right?
No, I am not.
All of this insane talk of civil war because you turn a willful blind eye to the conduct of the worst person to ever set foot in the office of our Presidency...
And all I can figure is that you somehow resonate with every disgusting subhuman impulse we see him act out in every news cycle and divisive tweet, from the caging of innocent children to the theft of the nation’s wealth.
He pays less in taxes than my paper boy. Than my waitress. Than my gardener.
You want everyone to die and a perfectly good country to perish for the sake of an execrable conman like that?
Think twice.
You will lose everything in a civil war.
You delude yourself if you think the end won’t completely devastate the future for yourself, your own children if they survive, your business, your education, your prospects, your spiritual life, your personal freedoms, your pleasures, comforts, and all the rest.
Gone for good.
Because that’s what civil war means.
You are listening to the wrong people.
Ask them down in Richmond VA if they still remember what that means, in the final analysis.
Because they certainly do...and always will.