Bill Wilson of the “Washington Exposé” podcast has very aptly hit upon the phrase “sock puppet” to refer to the unelected, fraudulently and criminally imposed chief executive scheduled to assume our nation’s reins of power in January. I can’t do better than to latch onto the phrase myself. Now, exactly which fist is working Sock Puppet’s toothless jaws is a matter for conjecture. Xi Jinping’s fingers may actually be crackling in a vice-grip with Klaus Schwab’s, a duel for control of the universe transpiring with immobile intensity inside that bald, otherwise empty skull. Brigadier General Dieter Farwick, a frequent contributor to Peter Helmes’ German site Conservo.Wordpress.com, offers the wrestling match as a ground of hope. Will the twenty-first century’s Genghis Khan of nationalist Han imperialism subdue the planet… or will the banking/financier community do so whose “woke Green” ideology is just as straight a road to totalitarian dictatorship? It could be that these two unsteady, temporary allies in the war against individualism and personal choice will eventually annihilate one another in their bid to design the perfect cosmos from God’s empty (as they suppose) throne. Big fish have died in the maw of other big fish before. I’m reminded of an aerial shot showing a python’s decayed carcass in the Florida Everglades, a gator’s half-swallowed corpse projecting from its throat.
Speaking of reptiles, the fundraising scavengers (the same ones trying to milk every last penny from the Georgia run-off, a crucial plebiscite which Georgia’s solid Republican state government has declined to make more secure than the general election) keep trying to terrify us about the Sock Puppet’s doing this and that by decree. Upon taking office on January 20, he will issue executive orders confiscating your savings, turning your real estate into public property, taxing your burial plot, and forcing you to wear a mask in the casket. Better contribute now, while a slight hope remains! Well, let’s slow down. I’m not going to counter the “panic donation” technique by soothing that the Constitution doesn’t allow the Sock Puppet or any other chief exec to rule by decree. We no longer have a Constitution. It isn’t rule of law which will restrain the Puppet from doing anything he pleases. What law? John Roberts will rubber-stamp Fist Brain’s bathroom tissue upon request… and the ever-fraternal Kavanaugh and Soccer Mom Barrett (that most recent signal Republican “victory”) will work to “preserve the center”, which is what the Constitution really intended for us to do, if it intended anything. Right? Hold the center. Kiss the King’s ring, ye rustics, kneel before our robes, and play nice. If Joe the Puppet claims all of your investment portfolio, we of the High Court will see that he gets only half. This year. Fair’s fair, as the Constitution says somewhere.
So… yes, maybe you should be alarmed that Sock Puppet is coming for your guns. Yet you know that a hefty donation to Locked-and-Loaded Nation, LLC, is just going to empty your bank account a little faster while doing nothing to secure your right of self-defense. Game, set, and match, then? End of the line reached on the road to serfdom? It seems not. Information is hard to come by on Google and similar One World Order propaganda clearinghouses… but I’ve heard that as many as two thirds of American counties have already declared themselves Second Amendment sanctuaries. What this means in practical terms is that the Sock Puppet regime will have to carpet-bomb Joplin and Gadsden and Las Cruces, which could prove very expensive… or else take out ringleaders one by one with drones—even more expensive. Local cops just won’t do the job. They’ll arrest a teenager for walking the dog without wearing a mask, because mainstream America still hasn’t decided whether or not this represents life lived by the best science… but they won’t go door to door trick-or-treating for firearm surrenders. At certain points, all tyrants stumble into the zone where their people prove ungovernable.
I should have thought that mask-insanity would have reached that point months ago. I’m wholly nonplussed, frankly, that so many ordinary Americans would collaborate in handing over so many basic rights on such a flimsy pretext. The right to assemble: gone. The right to express dissent in a public forum: vaporized. The right to step outside of one’s residence and stroll down the block: now a criminal offense in places. The right simply to show one’s face and breathe God’s good air: no more guaranteed than a child’s right to sing. And the authority of the new gospel? That masks avert evil: not that they block virions of 50-100 nanometers (they don’t), nor that they seal the face hermetically (not even close), nor that they promote general health (on the contrary, they collect bacteria and degrade the body’s oxygen supply), nor that they simply work in case after case (in case after case, states and nations with the most severe mask mandates subsequently have the highest CV-19 infection rates). No, the mask’s great virtue is… is that it signifies submission to coercion. If we can all be thus easily and thoroughly dominated by a stricture so nonsensical, then what will defeat us? Like a vast shoal of fish, we move as one body. Together we prevail. When the order comes—whatever that order may be—we obey instantly and uniformly. One might say that because of the mask’s patent stupidity, we show ourselves ready to perform “the necessary” without costly delay or subversive skepticism.
If such “virtue” repels you as an American, then you must join me in pondering how our fellow citizens could so eagerly have embraced an existence so servile and, indeed, insectified. The Sock Puppet hasn’t been coy about his intent to extend an oppressive mask mandate from coast to coast. Might it happen that his decree will have—quite contrary to its expectation—the “cold slap” effect that we’ve been awaiting? Perhaps our neighbors will resistantly announce, “No, I think I’ll risk death for the sake of a good conversation,” once they are commanded one and all to stick their faces in a bag. Sometimes a slave doesn’t mind being a slave until the master orders him to stand on his head and bray like a jackass.
Now, breakdown of such a sort as I’ve so far imagined is township by township and county by county. Ordinary people look at each other in Wal-Mart’s aisle and decide, “No… not doing it.” I suspect that these micro-rebellions will erupt by the dozen; and one or two, on the basis of nothing that you or I can predict, will catch fire and sweep across state lines. Entire blocks of states may solidify into right-to-carry strongholds or right-to-breathe strongholds. Then we’ll see what comes next.
Yet I do not suspect secession, in any formal sense, to come next. What currency will we use in Kansas if Missouri must have a different currency? Will there be border stations cutting through the center of Kansas City to ensure that entering or exiting motorists are suitably armed or disarmed or masked or unmasked? As a cancer patient, I’d hate to have to clear complex bureaucratic legal hurdles in order to get the help I need next month in Denver. I love my adoptive state of Georgia (except for its tendency to produce mercenary turncoat sellout Republicans in high volume)… yet the hard fact is that a caveman’s trepanning would put to shame the cancer treatment available here. We don’t really want a complete divorce—or maybe we want it at a visceral level, but we won’t get it, practically speaking.
How far, then, is fragmentation likely to proceed? Texas may be a major test-case. Tens of thousands of invaders are already poised to sweep across her southern border as soon as the Sock Puppet waves the green flag. Small communities will be inundated in traffic, petty crime, and budget-shattering expenses like public schooling and street maintenance. Metropolitan areas will become magnets for criminal operations involving drugs, prostitution, and—guess what?—distribution of illegal firearms. From Del Rio to Dalhart, from Uvalde to Longview, the state will be one insolvent, unhealthy, chaotic hellhole.
Naturally, Texans will insist upon securing their border when faced with a permanent, burdensome overlay of unstable refugeeism (such as we see in parts of Eastern Europe). Yet they will be told to keep their hands off border security—that this is clearly a constitutional function of the federal government. (Scraps of the Constitution are always deployed as a wrecking ball when our ruling thugs need a little help breaking into the bank vault.) By way of analogy, picture yourself being ordered by the commander of a shiny red fire engine to stop spraying your burning house with a garden hose—that the flames are his job now. So you ask him why, then, he’s just standing and watching the conflagration. He tells you to stop meddling. Not many of us would passively surrender to “authority” of this nature. I suspect that Texans will not stand idly by as the Sock Puppet proceeds with the utter dismantling of their livelihood and communities.
But what, then, will happen? I guarantee you that Texas citizens will volunteer by the thousand to assist border agents. They already have. But what will happen to alien trespassers once rounded up? What will happen when “vigilantes” return fire on a cartel Humvee that seeks to break their line? Will legal citizens be arrested? By whom… by our Gestapo, the newly remodeled FBI? Will state law enforcement remain neutral as this goes on? Or might Texas actually cut a deal of some sort with Mexico to control the situation—a deal that leaves the former United States out of the equation, exchanging perks strictly between Texan and Mexican interests? Will we see the beginning of individual states negotiating with foreign powers as independent parties?
Might Georgia and Florida, by the same token, strike some bargain with Israel when Sock Puppet’s regime attempts to settle masses of Ethiopians in its quiet communities? Amarillo, Texas, is one example I’ve personally seen of such deliberately, imperiously disruptive resettlement on “humanitarian” grounds; I know similar acts of politically vindictive colonization have been carried out in the Atlanta area. When the Sock Puppet fumes, “Yes, you will!” can we respond, “No, we won’t!” if tanks turned against us under the US insignia run up against Israeli anti-tank guns? Or against Russian “advisers” equipped with system-scrambling sonar technology?
I’m not going to revisit the topic I probed in the “My Friend Vlad” posts. I only mean to emphasize that the strands of social and political unraveling will take us to some places that few of us have ever imagined. We should try to prepare ourselves. The more obscurely embedded forms of this babushka doll will not necessarily look like the first one or two to be cracked open.
And forgive me for closing with a desultory comment—but it’s a theme which deeply preoccupies me, and to which I would like to return soon: the betrayal of organized Christianity. Our betrayal by organized Christianity. “Humanitarian grounds”, I wrote just above: how many of us have heard from pulpits that Christ compels us to relinquish our earthly boundaries and welcome every wanderer to our hearth? “Brotherly love”: how many have heard that Christ preached a religion of peace and would deplore the presence of self-defensive weapons on our person or in our home? “Love-affirming, life-affirming”: how often have churches responded to a dictatorial command that they shut down while COVID rages with the meek acquiescence of, “Oh, yes! Whatever we can do to save lives!” Some phrase worthy of gracing a marquee in Podunk Baptist’s weekly message is wrapped around stupidly ineffectual, morally tainted, and physically destructive behavior… and we’re sent home with our painless lobotomy to marvel and drool at the collapse around us.
As we attempt to firm up our battle line against the Sock Puppet’s assault on individualism and personal freedom, our “Christian heritage” (whatever that means these days) is not likely to serve as spiritual, or even cultural, glue. It would be best that the sincere Christian consider the organized Christian church as a tool of the enemy—as cultural and intellectual solvent; for, sadly, so it is in too many cases. Above all else, we need to start calling factual boundary lines exactly where the light of plain day shows them to be. Your side, my side: I can bestow some of my stuff upon you if I choose, but you have no right to take it. Fair vote, foul vote: I signed and dated mine as directed by law, but you show up with a bundle of half-dones—so yours don’t count. Mortality, eternity: it’s too bad that you may possible catch an infection from me that could terminate your life—but such are the terms of our common existence, and you have no right to demand that I cease exhaling.
Right now, American religious orthodoxy is little more than a contemptible device for scuffing up the distinction between our individual destiny in God’s service and the collectivist advancement of a secular hive. It is an empty sock into which we are to thrust our moral intelligence and within which we are to suffocate our spiritual inspiration. A bony fist working behind the scenes will feed words through our mouths: we are simply to wear the sock.