As an American and especially as a Republican, the events of January 6 in Washington, D.C., make me sick in the pit of my stomach. It was a jarring reminder of the unrest and turmoil that exists in our country and the extreme partisanship that infects our political system these days.
It’s easy to see and even easier to say that President Trump incited this reaction among his supporters. That is no doubt true. But that’s also the easy answer, the one that sits on the surface where anyone can see it. But there is a deeper problem. Remember that the reason Donald Trump was elected in the first place was because millions of Americans were fed up with politicians and their failure to address the real problems facing our country and everyday Americans.
For the huge throng that traveled to Washington for this protest, their current anger was directed at an election they feel was corrupt and stolen. But it’s deeper than that. The protest had its genesis in Democrats’ refusal to accept the 2016 election and that they pursued non-stop resistance for four years. It has its genesis in an unholy alliance between Democrats, the media and members of the government bureaucracy to unseat a president duly elected by the people. It has its genesis in the witch hunt that became the Mueller investigation, which tied our government in knots for two years. It has its genesis in the impeachment of the president on the flimsy “evidence” of a phone call. It has its genesis in the image of the Speaker of the House ripping up a president’s State of the Union speech on national television. It has its genesis in the former president unlawfully using the FBI to investigate a rival political campaign. And it has its genesis in vicious attacks on a Supreme Court Justice nominee for a vile charge that could not be verified. These things all contributed to the anger that erupted in Washington today.
So blame President Trump for inciting the violence in Washington. He might deserve that criticism. But that’s the easy answer. It’s deeper than that.
Dulles Airport Terminal D appears almost normal on this historic January 6. Gate areas are at capacity in many cases as 5 pm approaches. But then, of course, this is a mirage. Nothing is normal. All of the useless masks prevail, even hiding the glowing faces of children. And a constant parade of Trump ski caps, baseball caps, buttons and banners go by, which most certainly is not a common sight in the deep blue D.C. area.
A nearby group traveled from Los Angeles, I overheard. One demanded that the TV monitor within her view in a bar be switched to ESPN from CNN. Waiting for President Trump to speak earlier today during the Saving America March near the White House, I heard patriots share tales of overnight drives from Kansas, Ohio, Illinois and Massachusetts, and seemingly everywhere from coast to coast.
They stood for hours, shivering in brisk winds under gray skies.
But what matters is that they came, determined, fearless and, largely, angry. They came with dogs, with strollers and with smiles amid their despair. It was a beautiful expression of the spirit that defines the United States citizenry in spite of what we have been going through since China unleashed the Wuhan Virus. These fervent travelers have been told for four years to be quiet. But who feared they would be silenced by government tyrants, tyrants who shut down their businesses, separated them from aging loved ones, denied their children the opportunity to learn in a classroom, and their neighbors the right to worship almighty God?
Something had to give on this bittersweet day when Georgia voters apparently handed control of the U.S. Senate to the radical Left by “electing” (largely via mail-in ballots, again) a black Marxist and a hyper-privileged white elitist. The optimism of Wednesday morning following Trump’s remarks was soon crushed by news that Vice President Mike Pence declined to so much as try to mount a challenge to the stolen elections in the major swing states. He sent his intentions in a letter. Another Republican who can’t — will not — fight. It’s an epidemic.
We keep electing them as the lesser of two evils, and perhaps that is, in fact, the only choice before us. Sen. Thom Tillis or a scumbag Dem?
As afternoon arrived, January 6 was swept into history. The corrupt media will insist it was a tragic day, though tragedy never characterized the numerous weeks and months of Antifa and BLM rioting, looting and burning. Nothing tragic to see here. Move along. That was “social justice”.
After an untold number of people (probably fewer than CNN will report), around mid-afternoon, penetrated security boundaries, filling the steps of the Capitol, and then the chambers of Congress and the offices of elected officials, the disgust aimed toward these “Trump marchers” shifted to outrage.
But as one who was surrounded on January 6 by attendees of the Save America March, and as many other Moore Republicans will attest, it is beyond my comprehension that these were the people who stormed the U.S. Capitol. Texts I received from the coordinators never fomented violence. “We are on our way to the Capitol. Join Stop The Steal as we demand that our Representatives #DoNotCertify!”
The questions for which we must in this aftermath demand answers are these:
Who are the people who swarmed barriers and the Capitol Police to seize the steps outside and penetrate the chambers of Congress inside?
Why were Capitol Police and supporting law enforcement so vulnerable to these unarmed attackers?
Who shot and killed an Air Force veteran, Ashli Babbit, in a corridor of the Capitol? Will this patriot be defended as a victim of brutality or dismissed as a member of the mob who had it coming?
Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, who perhaps symbolizes better than anyone why Americans assembled today in Washington, took a defiant stand late in the day as the Senate re-convened to certify November 3 results.
McConnell applauded the “clockwork of our democracy” and insisted that certifying an election stolen by the Left is a “peaceful expression of the popular will”. He described the patriots who assembled beneath the Capitol steps as “an unhinged crowd”.
And, finally, The Turtle sent a shot over the bow: “The United States Senate will not be intimidated.”
The Republican Senate not only has been intimidated throughout the Trump era, it has been trampled by the agenda driven media, and by the Left. And, today, it has been overthrown. Not by crazy people wearing bandanas and brandishing signs, but by the very people we elected to protect it.
The war on personal liberty is escalating. Masks began as a suggestion. They have morphed into an iron hobnail boot on the necks of every American. Noncompliance is subject to one interpretation only. Unmasked individuals have no regard for fellow citizens who might die (cause irrelevant). Thus, said unmasked murders deserve to die because they choose to live in freedom as guaranteed by our sacred Constitution.
The North Carolina department of health and human services chief, smirking Dr. Mandy Cohen, an Obama-era relic, recently was honored as Tar Heel of the Year because she supports Gov. Roy Cooper’s numerous lockdowns and mandates. Could anyone have imagined a day when a bureaucrat who has been responsible for closing businesses, crushing liberty and destroying public education would be held up as a hero?
I suggest a group of Duke University researchers, all bearing titles as PhDs and department heads, would have been more deserving. They embarked on an extensive study in September to learn more about the masks so many are wearing without hesitation. These mask addicts are even forcing their children to wear them in defiance of widely held guidance that argues against it.
Here is one of many conclusions by the Duke team: “Determining mask efficacy is a complex topic that is still an active field of research (emphasis added), made even more complicated because the infection pathways for COVID-19 are not yet fully understood and are complicated by many factors such as the route of transmission, correct fit and usage of masks, and environmental variables.”
Seems that common sense is raging among a few university researchers. But they might well have written their death sentences by being honest. Common sense and honesty have no place in a hysterical society.
They certainly have no place in some sectors of the luxury travel industry. The author can attest, having escaped South Carolina just before Christmas. South Carolina’s governor, Henry McMaster, is a rock ribbed Republican. As recently as November, McMaster wisely said that a statewide mask mandate was not enforceable. But this has not stopped municipalities from imposing onerous mask mandates. One such location is Bluffton, SC, near Hilton Head.
We arrived at nearby Montage Palmetto Bluff on December 20. It is a sprawling resort that exudes tranquility and southern charm. Looks were deceiving in this case.
After around 24 hours of relative bliss, great service, delicious food and a memorable spa experience, the sound of hobnail boots on the march began to resonate in the dark of night. When we checked in after arriving, I remember feeling surprised to see guests and their children strolling the outdoors donning masks. Had we not crossed the border to escape the tyranny of Gov. Cooper in North Carolina? South Carolina’s state motto, ironically, is, “While I breathe, I hope.”
I was hoping to breathe during our getaway to Palmetto Bluff. The resort’s director of operations had something else in mind. Not one staff member commented on my decision to avoid mask wearing until we arrived at dinner on December 21. The hostess confirmed our reservation. She then directed us to cover our mouths and noses with masks. I said, “I decline.” She said, “You can not decline.” I shot back with a civics lesson about personal freedom and American liberties. Eventually, we were seated. Dinner was outstanding.
As we descended an outdoor staircase to depart, I was encountered by a young woman and two other men who were not identified. She introduced herself as an employee of the resort, then handed me a cell phone, indicating that Director of Operations Brent Gresham wished to speak to me.
When all was said and done, Gresham said he would call upon hotel security to detain us and local law enforcement to arrest us if we did not leave the property immediately. Our “crime” was that I refused to wear a mask to walk 10 steps to our table. I was flabbergasted by his hostility and lack of deference to a resort guest. I expressed incredulity that he would dare to threaten me and my family. He soon backed down but, addressing me like a child in the principal’s office, he made me give him my word that we would be obedient for the remainder of our stay. (I said we would because I wanted the phone call to end).
Moments later, the driver of a golf cart shuttle — undoubtedly a spy planted by Gresham — greeted us to drive us to our rooms. To keep what happened next in context, not one prior shuttle driver in the past 30 hours had requested that passengers wear masks. They were cordial and professional.
But the spy was on a mission. Although seated in an open-air golf cart, the driver insisted we all don masks, or she would not depart. I refused. I suggested she mind her own business and let us be on our way. My voice rose. I’d had quite enough. And she shouted, “I am human being being! You will not curse me.”
We exited the cart and walked back. It was a pleasant stroll. My blood pressure nearly returned to normal levels by the time we entered our rooms to retire for the evening. The phone rang. My wife answered. Commissar Gresham was on the line. Word has been dutifully sent along by the imbedded spy.
He advised my wife that we were required to leave the property immediately. Wisely, she allowed him to rant and ramble. He did not realize he was talking to an Iron Lady from the corporate world. He was outmatched.
We stayed overnight, ate breakfast and checked out on December 22. We had survived the Palmetto Bluff Ambush.
The famed dissident Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn urged brave souls living under Soviet tyranny to “live not by lies” before he was sent into exile in 1974.
Tyrannical movements demand the opposite. Accept and embellish the lies. Socialism. Communism. Marxism. Totalitarianism. These faded into oblivion in Eastern Europe and within a crumbled Soviet Union after 1989. But their advocates never became extinct like a species can. The lies never were buried, dead and gone.
Like a gene that mutates, the gospel according to Socialism never evaporated. It lurked like a virus. In 2020, it has been revived in ways its old guard might never have imagined. Socialism is more virulent, even more difficult to contain, than Dr. Anthony Fauci’s Wuhan “virus”.
Under Fauci, and the legions of governors and mayors who have embraced his rhetoric, the lies have become the only way to live. If you deny them, you die. Probably. Maybe. At a rate of .1 percent.
I write from the Florida Keys where, tonight, I watched arriving guests taking in a glorious sunset, masked, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. They are willing to spend thousands of dollars to be pampered in a resort, yet they do not, will not, push back on the absurdity of the mask. A spa employee had no comeback when I noted that she demanded a mask be worn, by me, during a massage but only when I was face up. “I should have requested a facial instead,” I said. She laughed. Did the hypocrisy actually register within her hijacked brain?
It would encourage me to warn that Socialism is at our doorstep in the United States. But I can’t in good faith say that. Socialism is deep inside, in the church pew, in the school board meeting, in the board of elections, in the examination room where you meet privately with your physician. It is more widespread than than the Chinese Virus.
If you doubt the severity of the moment, read “Live Not By Lies: A Manual for Christian Dissidents” by Rod Dreher (2020, Sentinel Books).
“Communists justified the imprisonment, ruin, and even the execution of people who stood in the way of Progress as necessary to achieve historical justice over alleged exploiters of privilege. A softer, bloodless form of the same logic is at work in American institutions.”
“The social justice cultists of our day (the mask wearers) are pale imitations of Lenin and his fiery disciples. Aside from the ruthless Antifa faction, they restrict their violence to words and bullying within bourgeois institutional contexts. They prefer to push around college administrators, professors, and white-collar (today, soft-collar) professionals. … Social Justice Warriors get their way not by shedding blood (like Bolsheviks) but by shedding tears.”
“(Karl) Marx likened religion to a drug because it bunted the pain of life for the masses, and in his view, took away from them the consciousness that they had the power to overturn the social order that immigrated them. … This why Christians today must understand that, fundamentally, they aren’t resisting a different politics but rather what is effectively a rival religion.”
The Biden voters did not vote for a man, for a platform, or for “change”. They voted, and their corrupt enablers helped them, “vote” for the religion of social justice. Thus, we must not back down from overturning this hijacked election. Socialism is here, beyond the doorstep. Lock your doors. Open your minds.
In another lifetime I was a young newspaper journalist who had fallen in love with the profession as a teen after reading The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn. It was a book about the 1950s Brooklyn Dodgers, but it also was a book about Kahn’s experiences as a cub newspaperman who eventually covered the team during a bygone, or more precisely, long gone era.
The Dodgers moved to Los Angeles in 1957, and Brooklyn never was the same. It was part of a decaying New York City in the 1960s and ‘70s. Today, pre-Wuhan virus, Brooklyn has made a ferocious comeback. All the cool New Yorkers want to live there, real estate is (was) sky rocketing. Brooklyn once again has a professional sports team, the NBA Brooklyn Nets.
Journalism is not making a Brooklyn style comeback. Sportswriters are, today, cultural commentators. They have no time for games, box scores or the crack of the bat. Journalists generally have forsaken everything that moored a Roger Kahn. Apart from sportswriters, newspaper legends such as Jimmy Breslin, or Jack Anderson, or even, in his prime Bob Woodward, are not being replaced.
Unlike Don McLean who can pinpoint “the day the music died” (1959), I cannot say for sure when journalism died. It’s demise probably is similar to a senior relative who is the life of the party until, one day, he’s not. It just happens and you do not see it coming.
Journalism’s illness probably was undiagnosed, or, in the current vernacular, asymptomatic, around the time that the political media dropped all pretense of objectivity to worship at the altar of Barack Obama. And, thus, began the revolution that would deem all of American life irredeemable and racist. Before we knew what had hit us, journalism was compromised and became an agenda driven cause, no longer a legitimate profession (although they’ll still take the money to masquerade as hard-hitting reporters).
This is a rather lengthy pretext to explain why I am not capable of being shocked by the revelation, reported by our new generation of citizen journalists, that the editor of The Pilot, John A. Nagy, and the Director of Communications of Moore County Schools, Catherine Murphy, are partners in a real estate transaction that will result in ownership of a lot on which, presumably, a home will be built.
If you are surprised that journalists are readily compromised by the company they keep, you have not been paying attention. This is small time collusion, friends. In Washington, the celebrity journos are married to scions of power and influence. Their children attend the same private schools. They attend the same parties in the Hamptons and on Martha’s Vineyard. And at 6 am weekdays, they all receive the “talking points” issued by the keepers of the Deep State. This is not conspiracy theory. This is certainty. But be not dismayed. Journalism is committing suicide right before our eyes. Knowing this, we can do their jobs for them until there are no more jobs. For them.