Et Tu Pence?
Imagine living in a society in which the political norms have broken down. Senators use bad faith arguments to block the government from getting anything done. An autocrat rigs an election and gives himself complete control over the government. Even stranger, many voters subscribe to the autocrat’s personality cult and agree that he should have absolute control. While this is a description of the Fall of the Roman Republic circa 27 AD, it might as well describe what has occurred in the United States in this 245 year of our Republic when Joe Biden was declared the winner of the November 3 elections on January 6 -- despite overwhelming evidence of voter fraud in numerous states. I will not say he was elected. I will never agree that the aging puppet residing at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue was elected. Instead, I will say this man, who hardly seems capable of putting on his own pants, has been installed.
He is in fact, a President without a people. Our House and Senate? A rudderless ship of fools. The Supreme Court? A supreme laughing stock. And I wonder ... do you suppose a Johnus Q Publius in Rome, circa 44 BC, felt a bit like I do today?
"Finally, a leader with some gumption, some balls, some grit, some determination... " "Can't have that," said the Senate. He must be killed.
And so he was. Am I bitter? Yes. More bitter than I imagined I could ever be. Have I spent the last weeks avoiding the news and any form of social media? Yes, I admit it, I have been an ostrich. It can be argued that the Roman Republic was already badly damaged when Brutus struck the fatal blow. And once Ceasar was murdered, in the days and years that followed, it was clear that the Republic would never recover.
That is how I have felt for the past two months... my Republic destroyed, stabbed in the heart by those who I believed in. I have watched in stunned silence as institution after institution I trusted in to serve, protect, to do "its (Constitutional) duty" has been exposed as nothing more than another cesspool in the swamp that is D.C. The corruption has already eaten away more than I ever realized. What I see now is nothing but a facade ... surrounded by concertina wire. A President without a people. Congress, a rudderless ship full of self-serving fools.
And unelected bureaucrats, captains of Silicon Industries, and K Street militarocrats and foreign-special interest forces running the show.
That is how I have felt for the past two months. And then today ... Today I get a call to serve. Today, of all days... God truly has a sense of humor. Today is, ironically, the Ides of March.
In honor of Johnus Q. Publius, I am going to start rallying and ranting about to the one and only thing that might have saved the Romans ... and the only thing that is going to save us:
Get ready my fellow Nevada Patriots. Today I cross the Rubicon.