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Kayfabe in Kiev — @im_1776 (im1776.com)–Samuel Finlay:
The Latest Spectacle in the Globalist War Against All
“…It was like this in the beginning of ‘The War on Terror’. (Good Lord, what a silly name.) 9/11 was still fresh, and my unit didn’t know where we would be deploying. U.S. and Allied forces had been massing near Iraq and America was divided. Afghanistan we could understand; word was that was where the enemy was headquartered, but Iraq? Invading a sovereign country without clear provocation struck many of us as wrong or at least left us ambivalent. President Bush came out to give us a pep talk to gin up support and I was in the crowd. I will never forget him saying, “I don’t know why our enemy doesn’t fear us. We have high-tech apparati.” I shit you not, the man said apparati like it was Latin class. One guy in the crowd next to me yelled “WE OUGHTA GO AFTER SADDAM!” The crowd popped and the President laughed. Vince McMahon eat your heart out.
Well they got their war. They even lied to get it, not that it seems to have mattered. (Consequences are just for Proles.) My unit went there after Afghanistan, and among the thousands who died, theirs and ours, one was a Cherry from the first fire-team I led. His nickname was “Van.” He deployed to Iraq, and I’m told my old squad leader had to climb up a tree to fetch Van’s body down after the IED took his life and threw what was left into the sky. Van left behind a newlywed wife and an infant daughter. Another one of my buddies, whom I’d seen go from a scrappy Private to a tough squad leader (“Decicho” in my book), killed himself last year, leaving behind a young son as well. Of those thousands who were lost or marked by that war, those were some of mine. They and the rest of the men in my unit were brave and it was an honor to serve with them, yet I cannot forget that our actions downrange were in service to policies built upon a great deal of lies and treachery. We were betrayed then. And we are being betrayed again.
I recall how vehemently anti-war the Left was then, and how the Jon Stewarts and other court eunuchs used the issue as a means to attack my people and reveal their master’s pivot from pretending to give a damn about the working class and what remains of small-town and rural folk to displaying their true contempt for us as Kulaks. The indisputable fact of their recent conversion to brute hawkishness reveals the truth of something David Reaboi noted, riffing on Lee Smith: “The Democratic Party doesn’t have foreign enemies. They have foreigners who remind them of domestic enemies.”
I’d say that’s about right. There’s a bloodlust running like a current through those identifying with the party that was clearly stoked in them by the Managerial Class. I swear, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting three freshly activated Manchurian Candidates ready to put their war-boner on the world. I am convinced it is demonic. Yesterday at my Normie-Job I heard an 80-something year old woman read aloud an article about how a cruise line would no longer offer stops in St. Petersberg, and would cost the Russian people there millions of dollars in lost revenue. She was almost gloating about the prospect of the impoverishment of those affected. A week ago she was deathly afraid of Covid and lamenting a friend’s refusal to take the ‘vaccine’. From what I understand, she was a former school teacher.
As bad as that is, it troubles me even more to see it from officials ostensibly on our side of the aisle. A schizophrenic coalition representing the Grift-Industrial Complex with a crooked-ass elderly dementia patient for a spokesman has been rolling into a midterm election season with low approval ratings due to their sheer incompetence and corruption, and no sooner than they call for blood against foreigners, RINOs fall in line with them, ready to snatch a defeat from the jaws of victory like the Jobronis they are.The fools can’t seem to grasp that the Globalist-Left is not only on the brink of starting a war in which Red State sons would disproportionately be paying America’s butcher’s bill, but the tools developed in GWOT and refined in the plot against President Trump, the Canadian Trucker Protest, and now Russia will be directed against people like us who object to living under the diktats of GloboHomo. They will run headlong to secure the borders of Ukraine or Taiwan (or rather, send others to do so), yet when it comes to doing something about those who have declared war on us here at home, suddenly their martial vigor fails them and they sit like good little school boys awaiting instruction from their teacher. They let their enemies tell them who they should fight, then wonder why they always seem to lose. Charlie Brown had more self-awareness. In a way, I suspect it must be a bit of a relief for some. Having a faraway spectacle elsewhere offers a distraction from just how corrupt the ruling class is here and dulls the messy responsibility of having to do something about it. …
It is my hope that serious men with cooler heads can reason together and come to an understanding that can grant both sides [Russia and Ukraine] an honorable peace. God knows that part of the world could use it. It’ll have to come from them though, because I cannot imagine any in power on our side with wisdom sufficient to foster such an accord. Those jackals are fit for nothing but the gallows. Regardless, for those in the contested areas, it is my prayer that this ends soon and with as little blood spilled as possible. However, it ain’t my war. My war is here.
In response to my Okie compatriots in the State Legislature and others across the country, I would remind you it wasn’t Vladimir Putin who has been conducting a scorched-earth culture war upon our beliefs, history, and identity, and degraded our social fabric to the point we now have to fight against the normalization of transsexualism. It wasn’t the Russians who outsourced our productive capacity while sending us upon one misbegotten war after another and flooding the country with drugs. It wasn’t ‘Ivan’ who caused the biggest wealth transfer in human history with the Covid scandal, fomented riots across the country, or “fortified” the election. Most of the ills I’ve seen metastasize over the course of my life, with increasing speed over recent years, were not the result of some foreign plot, but were born right here. Rattle your sabers against foreigners on the other side of the planet if it makes you feel better, but don’t confuse that with bravery. It just makes you a mark. If you truly wish to show your quality, summon the courage to attack the very real patronage networks who guide our course. Bring your powers to bear against those who shape the opinions and policies by which we live and die.” …….
Brilliant. Read it all.
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“,,,Napoleon said, “To understand the man you have to know what was happening in the world when he was twenty.” Can you imagine coming of age in the Sixties or Seventies? You begin life in the halcyon years following WWII. Everything is young as the world rebuilds anew. Rock and Roll is born. Fast cars, movies, surfing, miniskirts, dope, The Pill, astronauts. The specter of nuclear Armageddon looms overhead, and later there will be the slide into troubled times, but there remains the feeling of boundless freedom and the certainty it will all work out. The world was wide open and anything could happen.
Then there was their war. Some like our own Lafayette Lee have held that the warfighters the U.S. sent to Vietnam were among the finest it ever fielded. I believe it. Those boys were running on a whole ‘nother level. One day you’re a young man in high school then you turn around and you’re on patrol in some dank jungle with death at every turn. You cook alive in the stifling heat and humidity, and every step brings with it the possibility of landing on a shit-covered Punji stick or taking you that much closer to a V.C. ambush. Perhaps at a small hole in the earth someone hands you a flashlight and a pistol and you’re expected to crawl on your belly through a claustrophobic dirt-maze darker than ten feet up a coal miner’s ass to see if anyone shoots at you from the other side. Maybe the day ends with you and your buddies un-assing the A.O. in a Chopper while Charlie fires murder at you from below. Or the night could simply bring another long patrol. You do that for about a year, and if you live through it, you’ll return to a world that moved on without you, and other than for those who still love you, most of your countrymen will look at you and see a villain or a dupe to be pitied.
I know a man named “Uncle Jim” who served in that war. I met James through my old unit’s regimental society, and he said he’d been drafted and arrived in-country just in time for the Tet Offensive. When he got downrange he noticed none of the men in the firebase he’d been assigned to wore their flak vests, and when I asked why he explained that when Hell came out of the jungle, the clumsy attempt at armor was useless against a mortar round and in a firefight it served only to slow them down and get in the way. At night, when not on patrol or pulling security, they would lay in their fox holes like graves and live in the quiet fatalism that death and pain would come for them or it wouldn’t. Uncle Jim had been nineteen.
Say what you will about how the Boomers played their hand, but they were all in. They still are. At present, the 2024 election is shaping up to be a contest between Donald Trump and the Biden-Obama machine for who will write the final chapter in the Boomer political dynasty, with RFK Jr. as a dark horse candidate. How much of America’s remaining industrial know-how rests on the shoulders of Boomer men toiling in the traces until they can at last retire? God help us when they do. Most of you reading this probably have parents, grandparents, aunts, or uncles from that generation who are fresh out of patience with the ruling class and regularly send links to stories or memes from social media about what’s happening to the country and what to do about it. As they have advanced into their elder years they have fostered power for advocacy groups championing issues ranging from gun rights to homeschooling. I don’t know what Chris Rufo’s volunteer roster looks like, but I have a silver dollar that says he’s got a legion of gray-haired cut-throats on call, just looking for a reason.
One watches the footage of the January 6th “Insurrection!“™ and it looks like you couldn’t throw a rock at a bush without hitting three grandmas. I can only fault them for their naivete; their courage and love of country is beyond question. In spite of a lifetime of betrayals, they still believed. They still thought the government was the servant of the citizenry rather than its masters, and that they had recourse to demand justice when they saw rampant corruption and their rights abused.” …….
Again, go and read it all.
All of his excellent essays found here:
Samuel Finlay, Autore presso IM—1776 (im1776.com)
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