The days of the hills we will die on?

En Garde in the bunker…

Old Marine Vet, from comments thread: “Words my friends, just words. Being a keyboard warrior isn’t going to cut it much longer. Action is needed. We need to meet at (take your pick) the best Bar and Grill across the fruited plains, organize our massive numbers, plan our attack, or go quietly into the good night. But how to make these plans without the feds infiltrating?” Mmmmm…

That’s a very good question and by far the most limiting factor in the present day infiltration and retaliation of things, being as they are, the hammer and sickle that keeps us disorganized, and yet it must be solved or we’re done before we’ve even got started.

Passwords for the day, historical reference, “remember that day back in April when we met at Joe’s place, you kept telling us the food sucked” (except it was Billy Bobs) and other tripwires for guests that want to join the cause. But seemingly as always, the bottom line is there might well be more than a heavy price to pay.

The days of the hills we will die on?

Indeed, there well may be a lot of them, and they may manage to get to some of us, yet surely we’ll make darned sure we take as many of them with us as possible. Train; Practice; Repeat. THAT!

Why the Trans push now? To prepare the populace for (ahem!) OBO#44 and Michelle (Mike’s) run at the White House for which we must defend ourselves and the children. If this fight isn’t the number one issue for our politicians, then get rid of them, the problem being one of at least a half dozen “hills to die on” that were surrendered to the enemy without a real attempt to hold them. Are the current ones really up to witnessing the same fate? Somewhat difficult to figure.

Kudo’s upon kudo’s to fearless president Donald John Trump seemingly willing enough in expressing the fact that American women are in full rebellion against their God-given place in a healthy society, seemingly almost, to be lamenting the loss of the nuclear family, traditional sex-roles, daughters in dance class and sons playing baseball, with dad at the aerospace plant, and mom in the kitchen. He remembers how it was for him growing up, while society today seems so foreign. Transgenderism? Yikes! Millions of us feel exactly the same way. THAT!

Robert Arvay, American Thinker: ‘The hill we will die on’ …

In the decades during which I have followed politics and social issues, I have seen passionate disagreements among Americans. The Vietnam War was the focus of massive protests. Legalized abortion, after Roe v. Wade, was followed by bombings. Racial integration was accompanied by murders by racist militants. Unenforced laws, including immigration and retail theft, have left us feeling betrayed by our government. The list goes on. Somehow, we survived.

Then came the transsexual movement, complete with “drag-queen story hours” for young children. Some of those children have become the victims of surgical mutilation. This has occurred in the context of politicians and educators telling us we have no right to know what our children are being taught in school. We are being threatened with loss of custody of our children if we do not “affirm” their “gender identity,” if that identity does not conform with their biological sex. Recently, during a so-called “pride march,” the chanting marchers sang out, “We’re coming for your children.” Even if this was chanted supposedly in jest, it was about as funny as joking that they would rape our mothers. I doubt that all those who chanted this did so merely as a taunt.

The trans activists claim that their survival is threatened by those of us who oppose their extremism. As more than one such activist has whined, we wish only to be left alone. After all, what do we care whom they love, or how?

But we have reached an inflection point, one in which we can no longer be dissuaded by such whining. We can no longer tolerate their intolerance. We need no longer attempt to reason with their unreason.

As more than one person has commented on this site and others, using various words to express the thought: the trans activists have gone too far this time. They have underestimated the parenting instinct that most of us have, the instinct to protect our children. We have become like the sleeping giant, but not merely roused from slumber by an offense. We have been awakened by a burning house. We have to get the children to safety, even if at the cost of our own lives. [-]

[+] … The widespread range of this sentiment was recently made known to me on, of all places, a non-political discussion site. The moderator by happenstance introduced a news story about a “pride” event, somehow honestly believing that it would not generate controversy. All hell broke loose, at least verbally. People who for years had never hinted (on that site) at their passion for any particular social movement were instantly up in arms. A dam had broken.

It is a microcosm of what is happening in American society. The locomotives have collided, and the train cars will soon begin piling up and derailing.  We are beyond mere differences of opinion. There is no turning back from this. Both sides are irrevocably committed. Their side is welcomed onto the White House lawn to be lavished with praise. Ours, like Riley Gaines, is mobbed by violent leftist activists.

If we defend ourselves, we are the ones who are prosecuted. We will win, but matters will get worse before they get better. [end]

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The days of the hills we will die on?

How many countries today who have fallen under tyranny have been able to push out the dictators and restore civil order? Interested in hearing of a good example. They’re no longer hiding their agenda, as if they already are in control and the reality hasn’t quite reached our town squares. Their final goal is the acceptance of pedophilia, being as they are Western women in general, in full rebellion against their God-given place in a healthy society.

In closing, maybe if somebody had a dog in this fight? Kids? Nah! Many families are homeschooling their kids, so they’re outa sight/outa mind. But, they’re numerous and growing. If it bleeds, twiddles its nipples, or twerks in public, it leads. Nothing else is newsworthy. Oh, wait! Trump – The day of the hills we will die on? AGAIN!

And on that note, time for today’s MAGA Pill – still our Warrior-President Donald John Trump – MAGA! KAG! THAT!