“Fish In A Barrel”

“He just kept shooting us…like fish in a barrel.” ~ Orlando Islamic Attack Survivor, June 12

“The Lady Justice our Founders adopted blinds government to the parties involved. The Social Justice the Marxists created blinds the people to the parties involved.” ~ Shutupnsing, June 18

Not a single one of us who gathered to honor and hear from Sheriff Clarke last Saturday night in Albany imagined the hell that was about to break out on a dance floor 1,221 miles to the south in the next 6 hours…and not a one of us was in the least bit surprised.

I received quite a lot of feedback from An Open Letter to My Gay Friends & Family on Orlando. While the majority of responses were positive, they came from the choir. The point of the letter which was meant to speak to us ALL (Left, Right and Gay), was that an awakening within the heart of LGBT Liberal territory would be a crucial turning point that (apparently in my dreams) would bring us together around our Constitution and avert a civil war. As Milo put it; The left has got to make a decision. Either they want female emancipation and it wants gay rights or it wants Islam. It’s got to pick.

FACT ~ From 9/11/01 to 2012 the U.S. Muslim population doubled. Obama has imported one million Muslims in his 7 ½ years, bringing the total close to 4 million. They are the fastest rising segment of our population by far. 51% of them want Sharia!

The Latest Trump Uproar ~ “Something is going on. He (Obama) doesn’t get it, or he gets it better than anybody understands. Its one or the other.” ~ Donald Trump in the wake of Orlando shooting. He really lit the beltway fuse with that one! But was he right? You be the judge!

So now what? Two thirds of my target audience (Liberals & Gays) regurgitated my letter as if it were a bad clam…without addressing a single point. Solidarity? Schmolidarity! A Liberal Gay therapist received it as “annoying and offensive”. When I responded that my only concern was the safety of my family, they blamed my “political hyperbole” for obfuscating my intention. Whew!

                                                       Miracle or Civil War?

I am way beyond looking to score political points. The 100% pure intention of my letter was to save lives and protect the safety of those I love; Left, Right & Gay! Period. Since that clearly missed the mark, allow me to describe the only two paths from this point as I see them:

The Miraculous Path ~ The seed of God’s Grace enters the heart of those who up until now have refused to see the objective truth, opening their eyes to our common enemy.

The Civil War Path ~ The “Hot Mess” Sheriff Clarke referred to boils into a Hot War.

Most of us who can say the words war is hell, have never lived the meaning of the words. The miraculous path, which I don’t see happening, means a change of heart-shift in power. Clinton and possibly Obama will face prison…Clinton for corruption. Obama for treason. All other complicit parties will face a slap on the wrist. It would be a peaceful transition.

Here, in my view, is what the far more likely Hot War will look like. First we need to take a real honest look at who we are as a people. You’ve seen the “road rage” videos recently. You’ve seen the Black Friday mob videos showing your fellow citizens pepper-spraying, trampling and clubbing each other…for a flat screen TV. And we’ve seen the brutal destruction and mayhem played out on the streets of Ferguson and Baltimore…and Trump supporters savagely attacked earlier this month in San Jose.

FACT ~ When the Left protests, people get hurt, buildings burn and property gets destroyed. When the Right protests, local emergency services breathe easy!

Now take the ordinary thuggery described above and add this little accelerant predicted by Sheriff Clarke in October of 2015; Before long, Black Lies Matter will join forces with ISIS to being down our legal constituted republic. You heard it first here. Our FBI Director has already assured us that there are ISIS cells in every State of Our Union. Got the picture?

Now on the other side of this revolutionary coin toss, we have our Oath Keepers. We have the Chris Kyles and the Ivan Castros. We’ve all heard of American Sniper Chris Kyle, but most of us have yet to hear the story of Green Beret Ivan Castro. That’s because the American Sniper author has completed but hasn’t published the book yet. Totally blinded by a mortar round in Afghanistan, Ivan Castro fought his way back from the suicidal depths of despair to compete in marathons, the Invictus Games, and convince his superior officers he was fit to return to active duty. Got the picture? By the way, in the interest of full disclosure, I work out with these guys every other day!

Hell on Earth ~ If you’ve ever been in the middle of a really good bar-room brawl, you have a sliver of a sliver of a glimpse of the rumble about to begin. Now square to the tenth and multiply by a thousand and you might reach the border of the hell on earth coming our way. And there will be nowhere to go to avoid “the middle”. Neighbor against neighbor, friend against friend. People on the Left will kill people on the Right for being on the Right, as people on the Right will kill those on the Left for the same. There will be no order, no rule of law, no due process. It will be law of the jungle. Law enforcement and emergency services personnel will be forced to choose sides just like everyone else. The politicians and ruling class elites who brought us to the dance will realize their fences aren’t high enough and their moats aren’t deep enough. MANY, MANY, MANY of us will die horrible deaths. In the end, those complicit (and the list is very, very long Joe Scarborough and various university presidents) will be summarily executed. And IF God wills, our Republic will be restored.

The left has got to make a decision. Either they want female emancipation and it wants gay rights or it wants Islam. It’s got to pick.

Well?

The Second Coming ~ William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre                                                                                 The falcon cannot hear the falconer;                                                                                      Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;                                                                                Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,                                                                                       The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere                                                                     The ceremony of innocence is drowned;                                                                                      The best lack all conviction, while the worst                                                                                    Are full of passionate intensity.

On the other hand, our miracle could come as the seed of God’s Grace…in the heart of a rabbi;

Teacher ~ Shutupnsing, April 2016

Teacher…take my hand                                                                                                                       Help me…to understand                                                                                                                   Why can’t they see…how this world is killing me                                                                 Deader than the stones beneath your feet…teacher

Teacher…you taught me love                                                                                                        Then welcomed…nightfall from above                                                                                     How’s a man supposed to be alive in a democracy                                                                    Where freedom runs like shadows from the sun…teacher

If there’s one thing I could ask of you                                                                                       Please tell me when the killing time is through…teacher

Teacher…take my hand                                                                                                               Together…we can save this land                                                                                                 Don’t let these people murder me                                                                                                 Don’t let them rewrite history                                                                                                      Don’t leave me here in the pouring rain                                                                                       My heart’s too broke to bleed again…                                                                                       When faith is all we’ve got to hold on to…teacher,                                                           Teacher…I’ll remember you