Barring some unforeseen awakening, America is
heading for an eventual socialist abyss. But I’m not letting it go down without
a fight.
Close your eyes and imagine holding someone’s scalp in your hands.
I don’t mean cradling his skull as you thousand-yard-stare at his lifeless
face. I mean a real scalp, Indian-style, of some enemy you just killed on the
battlefield; somebody you hated and who hated you back.
You killed him, won the day, carved off the top of his skull, and
now you’re standing over him victorious on the now-quiet field of battle, with
a quiet breeze blowing through your hair. Your adrenaline is still pumping with
that primal feeling of victory and the elation of having survived when others
didn’t.
I’m not naive enough to think that less than 5 percent of those
reading this are the only ones not cringing at that mental image. Amid our
wealth and privilege, most Americans cannot even relate to that kind of
violence, and they sure don’t want to fantasize about it. That whole thing
feels barbaric, violent, and repugnant. Maybe you even wish now you hadn’t read
it.
But maybe, for just a moment, would you consider it? No, not a
real scalping, but a metaphorical one. We’ll come back to this in a minute.
Look, Guys, America Is
Simply Going Down
First, we all have to accept certain realities about where we are
as a nation. Rains will come and go. The stock market will rise and fall. The
sky is blue. Water is wet. And government in America will just never stop
getting bigger. This is simply a fact of life.
We haven’t
seen our government shrink since Calvin Coolidge, and there is little appetite
among the American public for shrinking the government. We are now at the point
in this country where we call them “cuts” if the government doesn’t increasespending
quite as much as they had planned.
As government gets bigger, freedom must get smaller. Larger
government, even when under the rule of supposed Republicans, is a leftist’s
dream. Every day brings a new story about the infestation of liberalism in the
federal bureaucracy. Such is the way of the world.
So, barring some unforeseen awakening, America is heading for an
eventual socialist abyss. It is really only a matter of dates. Will we all die
in the inevitable communist purges within ten years? Of course not. Will it
happen within the next century or two? Almost certainly.
In a way, it is actually a good thing. God gives each of us a
period in history to live through. Why not have one that is memorable? I am
thrilled to live in these times. Any man can coast through 80 years of a
society at its pinnacle. His life will start and end, and it will be as if he
never existed. Wouldn’t you rather live through an era people write stories
about? I want to have a smirk on my face as I walk through the pearly gates of
heaven, shaking my head, and saying to myself, “What a life.”
We Can Go Quietly, Or
Fight to the Death
Do you remember the American Indians? Most likely you at least
give them a passing thought whenever you pull a stick of Land O’ Lakes butter
out of the fridge or hear some liberal pretend to be outraged over the
Washington Redskins. Either way, they were the randomly settled group of
nomadic tribes who resided in America before a bunch of Europeans arrived, took
all their lands, and conquered them.
The Indians were faced with something that faces all
civilizations. It’s something we face now. They were facing the unstoppable
force of inevitability. Many of them knew it. The settlers from Europe were
about to take over every inch of this country. Some tribes, like the Choctaw,
chose to play nice with the government in hopes that their peaceful gesture
would be returned. They got a Trail of Tears for their kindness.
But some tribes, like the Lakota, chose a different path. They
chose war. Leaders of the Lakota like Sitting Bull knew full well how this war
would end. Nevertheless, he gathered thousands of young warriors in the Black
Hills and made his enemy feel some pain before he surrendered. He scored a
decisive win at the Battle of the Little Bighorn, and collected some scalps.
Yes, the U.S. government prevailed in the end, but General Custer and his 200
men weren’t there to see it.
That brings us to the continuous internal battle we see on the
Right. We have this ever-present acrimony between the factions because some of
us will not accept where we are and the enemies we face.
Some on the Right believe that tyranny in this society, as in all
societies, is inevitable. The people who will micromanage every aspect of your
life are not God-fearing conservatives. They are leftists, and they are vicious.
They are not
political opponents in the sense that you have a debate with them. These
modern-day leftists want you to lose your job. They want to destroy you. How do
you think they’re going to treat you when they finally sit in the seat of power
for good? So fight them tooth and nail. Make them long for
the day when you’re no longer fighting them. Be the Lakota.
At the End, Which Will
You Have Wanted to Be?
Some on the Right will flatly reject this. They think we simply
have a few minor policy quibbles with the Left. They think we would be able to
settle these minor differences if it weren’t for the brutish Neanderthals who
think it’s some kind of fight.
This group
really peaked in 2016 after Donald Trump won the GOP primary. They began
scolding the dullards who were too stupid to just believe everything printed
in The New York Times. They lecture us to this day. They
live for compromise with the Left, always ignorant of the fact that just a
little more big government is still big government. They are the Choctaws.
“Just trust the U.S. government. I’m sure they’ll treat us well in the end if
we’re nice.”
So, back to scalping thing. When you make that long trek to the
reservation the leftists have set up for you—and make that trek you will—what
memories do you want to take with you? When living in the liberal utopian
nightmare of 57 genders and government control over everything in your life,
you will want to have been a Lakota. You’ll want to know, to remember, even
just cherish the knowledge that, one day, you rode out onto the plains and made
them feel pain.
Jesse is a
Marine Corps combat veteran, former congressional candidate in Arizona, and
host of "Jesse Kelly Brief." Jesse resides in the Houston area with
his wife and two sons.
