The Fight Has Just Begun

A battle over the souls of the lost, that the shepherd may find the sheep.

We won…

Right?

So, why is it hard for me to feel happy about it?

I think it’s because I remember how I felt when we lost; when we lost in 2020 and everyone who voted for Trump knew that the economy was about to go to the shitter, because the “winners” told us as much. We knew it was back to the neocon-libscum coalition to fire up the Industrial War Complex like “the good ol’ days” and there was merely a small glimmer of hope that the obviously fraudulent election would be overturned.

While 2020 was allowed to go through, due to “lack of standing” in the courts, at the time I remember sulking at work. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t really sad. I was disappointed. Disappointed that people would actively vote for their own destruction — that they would vote against their own best interests and instead favor the interests of Big Media, Big Sex, Big Pharma, Big War, Big Corpo, and Big Globohomo.

These sentiments…

They are shared today by those who lost. Just as we lost and felt the world was on the brink of collapse, they now feel the same. The difference, however, is that then and now they still have the backing of the aforementioned “Bigs” that control everything we see and hear.

That’s what is really sad…

That the people who lost today do not realize their “side” had the backing of the most powerful and megalomaniacal entities the world has ever known. They still, to this moment, believe they have been the underdogs, ever since Trump came down that golden escalator. They truly believe they are the rebels fighting against “The Man”; against the Big Bad Orange Man and his… “friends”?

What friends?
Can they even name them?

Who hasn’t stabbed Trump in the back before?

Who supports Trump in the Media? Even Fox News has long since turned against him. Those who do support him can only cheer him on in quiet, lest they be torn down by their “obligations.”

Who supports Trump in the Corporate world? They’ve tried to debank him, sue him, sabotage his business ventures, scrub his supporters’ words from all their social media forums, and cut all ties with his brand.

Who supports Trump in politics? He was never “one of them.” He was an outsider. He still is. He doesn’t talk like them, act like them, or think like them.

Who supports Trump that doesn’t just want to ride his coat-tails, only to stab him in the back at the first sign of weakness, like DeSantis?

How can “the other side” not see this?

How can they still think they’re the underdogs, when the same Machine they’ve bitched and moaned about being “Systemically Corrupt” has been nudging them along all this time? How can they claim to “be against the System” when they’re actively supporting that same System against a single man who has lost a large fortune and his reputation tarnished by everyone with a platform to speak?

How can they still think they’re the “little guy punching up”?

Do they truly think they’re the “good guys” after getting into bed with the ones they openly, to this day, proclaim are the “bad guys”?

How are they this blind?

How are they such blatant Hypocrites?

There is such a cognitive dissonance with respect to objective reality.

Yet…

We Aren’t So Different, After All

Even with all this being true, the people who “voted blue no matter who” are still feeling the same thing we did in 2020. They wish for the whole world would just stop spinning so they can take a moment parse the emotions they feel — that cold chill down the spine somberly reflecting on the words “we lost.”

There will be some who commit suicide...

There will be some who disown their families…

There will be some who give up on their dreams…

Out of Fear? Out of Hopelessness?

Or out of Loneliness?

In 2020 I gave up my dreams of ever having a family; of owning my own house; of having kids; of being able to become a person I would respect and look up to…

Such a sentiment is realistic, in hindsight. There is no way I could have afforded those things. The flames of my ambitions were already a meagre cinder. Now, there’s nothing left. It may not have lasted, even if Trump won in 2020. It’s more of an excuse to blame his loss for my lack of ambition and drive.

Still…

The economy tanked. We went to war, albeit several proxy wars. An “experimental” shot decimated our population and has crippled children for decades to come… You could say I am vindicated in not pursuing the very things they’ve painstakingly built massive Industries to destroy. They want us poor, homeless, hungry, sick, and our children sterile. Who would dare to “have” nice things when they’re so easily taken away?

I’m just not capable enough to overcome those odds. My heart just isn’t in it anymore, if it ever was in the first place…

For the losers today, however, they do not realize the hope that’s coming around the corner. They do not realize they’ve been sorely lied to. They do not realize that when they “won” they really lost and that, today, the victory we celebrate is THEIRS too!

Let me say that again…

THIS IS OUR VICTORY! Red and Blue have won on this day.

It is the Evil one, who pulls the strings of the Media, which prevents them from seeing the hope just beyond the horizon. It holds them back. It keeps them predictable. Controllable.

This is why I am sad.

Many have fallen in love with the Chains That Bind.

"They forgot that It is a key to the gate of the magic world, the torch which lights the higher Path. They forgot that Love is real and immortal and they subjugated it to the unreal and temporary. And they each made love a tool for submitting the other to himself.

"Then love became dissension and fettered them with iron chains to the black cube of matter, on which sits deceit".

-- The Devil The Symbolism of the Tarot

The Cabal write these things down, things like Tarot, as a guide on how to Rule as well as how to avoid being Dominated themselves. It must needs be cryptic lest they fall into the same trappings they’ve arranged for us to succumb to. Lest we use their weapons against them.. or, rather, diffuse the bombs and hammer swords into plowshares.

Using the Devil card against people means making people fall in love with their delusions; telling them they can have their cake and eat it too; tempting them to revel in their vices and obsessions.

Believing the slanderer, which means “Devil.”

Does this sound familiar? Is this not relevant to today’s popular culture and trends?

They are betrothed to their own Torment.

They’ve fallen in love with their Fallen State.

So much so that they will commit so many atrocious acts out of fear and anger, whereas we, when we lost, felt only sadness, disappointment, and pity.

We, now, pity them for wishing for their own doom — as they are fearful of it slipping away from them.

They love to feel hopeless, and grow violent when robbed of it.

We strive for redemption, and grow humble in pursuit of it.

We are very alike, but this alone may be how we are different. They wish to KILL us now out of fear of us killing them first. We wish to REDEEM them and end the war they’re fighting with their Selves.

“They’ll do it to you if you don’t do it them first!” is the lie of the now told to them by the Old Serpent, whose tongue does wiggle and waggle to tempt them to destroy themselves as they feed their hatred of their enemies.

We aren’t so different in that when we lose we grieve…

We are different in that when the virtuous win, we also seek to share the victory with the losers.

This is what separates us. This is what separates the Good from Bad — the Meek from the Vengeful.

We are Different

Despite how we are alike, we are still so different that even today, as we stand Victorious, I still feel sorry for them. Genuine pity, not in their stupidity, in the sentiment they might share for us, but because they have been led astray. They have been coerced, bribed, blackmailed, tricked, deceived, and tempted to support the ones who would rain ruin upon them. They have been abused.

Slaves who learned to love the whip and chain.

I love my enemy, even as they do not love me.

This is the hardest lesson…

One that requires discipline in even part with compassion.

We must be Stern. Tough. Strict.

We must punish them as a parent would a bratty child.

We must meme.

We will laugh at their agony. We will humor ourselves as the salt flows. We will mock them for having worshipped at the altar of identity politics while ignoring the “Bigs” who have led us to constant strife and destitution.

We must mock them because we love them. They do not listen to criticism. They get defensive when you show them their broken logic. They lash out when you offer a better way. They plug their ears when you tell them their actions WILL have consequences.

So all there is left to do is mock and admonish.

That is why I am sad.

That is why I can’t feel happy. Because sometimes loving someone involves making them cry. Their tears fall as rain from a world that only exists in their mind — a world that can never be, placed there by people who wish them ill and ruin.

While they may be able to say the same about us, that we are brainwashed, I think the results speak for themselves. We were right. The world without Trump these last 4 years has been hell. They want us divided. They want us hating our enemies, and therefore hating ourselves.

Do you see the way of the Evil one?

Our Lord commands us to love our enemies as we love ourselves.

In the same fashion, our Adversary commands us to hate our enemies…

And, in doing so, we shall ultimately hate ourselves.

Do not hate.

Mock. Admonish. Ridicule.

But while doing so, offer the helping hand. Yank them back from their delusions.

Offer the Hand of our Lord. He will be there with you. He will guide you. He will help you pluck the scales from your brothers’ and sisters’ eyes. We are all Children of God. Some have just forgotten what it feels to love, because they were told they no longer had need of it.

They were told to fear love.

We’ve been told we no longer need our family.

Remember back to when we lost…

Do not have spite in your heart. We’ve all felt this way once before. It’s only human to lose and have only your self to blame.

It’s time to unite.

Hate the sin. Admonish the sinner.

Bring them home.

⁴ What man of you having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?⁵ And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders with joy. ⁶ And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbors, saying unto them, Rejoice with me: for I have found my sheep which was lost. ⁷ I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven for one sinner that converteth, more than for ninety and nine just men, which need none amendment of life. — Luke 15: 4-7

I wish I could share with you how important this is…

I wish you could share the tears welling up in my eyes as I read this passage.

In the face of Eternity, even one soul rescued from that Dark Place is the most valuable treasure our Lord could ever know. When we lead others to repent, when we save others as we have been saved, we bring before the Lord the only thing he could possibly want from us:

Family.