The Great Unmasking
The globalists have us all set up for the next, inevitable mass-shooting.
Last year was one of the worst years any of us have ever lived through, and it’s not over yet. In fact, unless I miss my guess, the nightmare is only beginning. Now that our masters have established how malleable we are — wearing our masks, keeping our distance, suspending church and funeral attendance, postponing weddings and christenings, allowing our loved ones to die alone, permitting our children to go unschooled, abandoning movie theaters, concert halls, sports arenas and football stadiums — all to protect ourselves and others from an over-hyped virus, the globalists have us all set up for the next, inevitable mass-shooting.
That’s when the combination of Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and the new gun czar, will come after our guns.
Naturally, it won’t be called gun confiscation, which would be an unconstitutional gun grab of the sort the Germans experienced in the 1930s. It will be sold as strictly a matter of public safety, just like the lockdown to which we’ve all grown accustomed.
After all, the masters have already proven the only difference between us and four-legged sheep is that when you shear us, you get additional tax revenue, not wool.
Even when our evil masters showed us that they knew the lockdown was all for show by going out to hair salons, going to ritzy restaurants, boarding planes going to warmer climes and working out in congressional gyms, we didn’t storm their citadels and hang them from lampposts or employ guillotines to lop off their lying, arrogant, but well-barbered, heads.
A small group did crash into the Senate chamber, but that was a pointless exercise doomed to disaster. And because we are too nice and easy-going, they went right on shutting down shops and stores, bankrupting people whose only crime was trying to provide the American dream for themselves and their families.
Then, to emphasize their utter contempt for us, they set their thugs loose on us, allowing them to burn down our cities, loot our businesses and attack our citizens, with impunity, insisting the savages were people peacefully protesting a fiction they call systemic racism.
If we had one-millionth the moxie of the founders, we’d use social media to get the word out, announcing that on, say, Sunday, March 7th, at high noon, we will all gather in towns and cities across America and destroy our symbols of servitude and submission by burning our masks!
After recently writing how unimaginable it is that Joe Biden, a man who lost his first wife and baby daughter, to a drunken truck driver, would dismiss drunk driving as no big deal when the culprit was an illegal alien, I heard from at least a dozen readers.
They all wanted me to know that I had fallen for a typical load of Biden crapola.
Some said that his wife was driving drunk and ran a stop sign. One person added that she was taking the kids and running off because she got wind of her husband’s affair with the woman he would marry next, Dr. Jill. Everyone seemed to agree that it was Joe who made up the story about the truck driver being drunk and thereby ruined his life. One person said the man was even driven to suicide.
By now, I have no idea what the truth is, and I don’t know what sources, 49 years later, I could trust.
What I can say is that Biden’s wife and daughter were killed, and his sons were injured, and that the truck driver was tested and found to be sober.
My point remains that Biden lost a wife and child in a collusion he attributed to alcohol, but now, because it conflicts with his open border agenda, he dismisses drunk driving as no big deal. Certainly not reason enough to deport someone who has no business being here in the first place.
I just heard that the Democrats are moving ahead in their attempt to make Washington, D.C., our 51st state, and that Biden has voiced his approval of the plan.
Just for the record, the Constitution prohibits statehood for the national capital, for the very reason that it is the national capital and would thus have far more power than the other states.
We can only hope that if it comes to pass, John Roberts won’t get his associates to pass since, like the 2020 election, it would be a politically controversial issue.
I do wish there was a way to raise public funds to buy the Chief Justice a backbone.
I would think that one of the most difficult aspects of being an agenda-bound Leftist is that there are so many times when one left-wing faction comes in direct conflict with another, and you have to choose sides.
For instance, when Biden shut down the Keystone XL pipeline, the San Francisco-based environmentalists tossed confetti and toasted each other with wine spritzers, while those who promote the goals of unions, were depressed by the loss of all those high-paying construction jobs.
Those same deep-pocket environmentalists continue to push for wind power in spite of the failure of the Texas windmills to keep people from freezing to death in their homes. On the other hand, those who care more for birds are revolted by the thousands of birds that are mangled by those windmill blades when they are actually moving.
Both groups intentionally ignore the fact that you cannot construct windmills or keep them running without coal and oil.
We could solve most of these problems if we simply converted massive amounts of our energy production to nuclear power. But these boneheads, who claim to follow the science, have been terrified of nuclear power ever since they sat through those cheap horror movies of the 50s and 60s that showed mutant creatures, the result of nuclear exposure, trampling over the countryside scaring women, children and livestock.
I had always assumed that MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) was an apolitical group whose sole concern was getting boozers off the roads.
It turns out that once again, I fell for the propaganda.
Not only did they back up Biden when he said it wouldn’t be right to deport illegal aliens for no other reason than that they’d endangered American lives by driving while intoxicated, but as Wesley Forgue informed me, they went a step further in Denver.
After there had been a surge in drunk-driving accidents on their freeways, the Denver police began putting up sobriety check points. However, when the majority of drunk drivers were found to be Latinos, MADD took their side against the police, claiming the drivers were being racially profiled.
It’s just a suggestion, but perhaps MADD should change its name to La Raza.
There’s no doubt that the Chinese want our soybeans. But when they go to market, the items at the top of their shopping list are our politicians and our pundits. Best of all for our most dangerous enemy, those people are always on sale.
Because we in Southern California have been ravaged by freezing winds for several days, I find myself wondering why whenever they give the temperature on radio or TV, they will always say things like 63 degrees with a windchill factor of minus 18. I assume that means that when you go outdoors, it will feel like it’s 45 degrees. Which is exactly what happened this morning. If it was 63 anywhere, it was in the weatherman’s office.
Why on earth do they mention the windchill as if it’s inconsequential, of no possible interest to anyone but weather geeks.
It is, after all, what determines if I can wear a Hawaiian shirt when I walk Angel or have to bundle up like Nanook of the North.
Even though I had run out of Oscar Wilde’s pithy epigrams, Stephen Hanover hadn’t. He came up with “Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.”
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