THE 2024 RACE IS TRUMP VS AMERICA

Believe him when he stands up in public and tells us exactly what he will do. Read those words again. Memorize them.

Remember that this weekend, The Economist named Donald Trump the greatest threat to the planet in 2024.

The presidential contest is not Donald Trump vs. Joe Biden.

It is Donald Trump vs. America.

It is Joe Biden vs. The Death of the American Experiment.

Donald Trump’s entire life is about revenge. He has spent his life with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the world he wants to join, knowing that so long as anyone on the other side of that glass is alive, the door will never be opened; he will never be invited in. His list of those who will pay includes everyone he has ever seen on the other side of the glass.

Those who accused him of cultural vandalism for destroying the art of the Bonwit-Teller Building he promised to preserve when he tore down the building to create Trump Tower are on The List.

Those who laughed at him when he went bankrupt the first time in 1990 are on The List.

Those who called him an incompetent idiot when he bankrupted the Trump Casino in Atlantic City are on The List.

Those who have ever said anything against him in the past 45 years are on The List.

The only ones who will escape his vengeance are the ones who have died in the time between their offense and the Day of Judgement, the day he takes his sledgehammer and smashes the glass into a million tiny pieces and strides inside.

He will never forget any of their names.

That is the monster who is running to return to the White House.

Those people who think the horror of paying $5 for a gallon of gas is reason to vote for Trump over Biden are drooling morons who will deserve the disaster he will visit on them and everyone they hold dear. He will destroy their lives more thoroughly than they can possibly imagine.

We are only six weeks away from the start of voting in the 2024 GOP presidential primary. Anyone who thinks for a minute that the party will not anoint Trump as his party’s standard bearer yet again needs a brain transplant.

Throughout the past month Trump has proclaimed with his rising fascist rhetoric, to the roar of approval from his crowd , his calls for retribution against his perceived enemies. His exuberance as he casts aside any hint of restraint in favor of the most toxic attacks is so clear now that even some of the morons of the DC Press Corpse have been forced to take notice.

The upcoming primaries are heightening tensions, concentrating the calls for violence, and distilling MAGA into its most basic and corrosive form.

Brian Beutler has it right:

“Democrats might lose this twilight battle to drive Trump out of the body politic, and if they do, they’ll scour the devastation for the governing failure or political error that did them in. Was it inflation? Was it “wokeism”? Was it Biden’s age? But if it happened today, my money would be on this explanation: Their choices and emphases allowed the human process of forgetting to proceed as normal. And that in turn has allowed Trump to gain advantage, or narrow his disadvantage, on things like temperament and fitness for office that should be his defining liabilities.”

The news from the California State Democratic Convention that was held over the weekend in Sacramento - where the Loony Left of the Party managed to disrupt the proceedings with their pro-Hamas bullshit to the point where the convention was shut down on Saturday night - is not good news for those whose historical awareness includes what happened in Germany in 1932.

For those who are not aware of German politics in 1932, the Nazis became the largest single party in the Reichstag in the elections held that summer. They proceeded to disrupt the activities of the Reichstag, forcing another election that was held in January 1933. During all of this, the German Communist Party campaigned against the Social Democrats as “social fascists,” and claimed that a Nazi victory would “speed the revolution.” Sound familiar?

I think even political illiterates know how that turned out.

In 1838, in the midst of a pro-slavery reaction to the newly-active Abolitionist movement, Abraham Lincoln gave a speech in which he began:

"At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide."

He went on to warn that if the American people instead chose to “gather in bands of hundreds and thousands, and burn churches, ravage and rob provision stores, throw printing presses into rivers, shoot editors, and hang and burn obnoxious persons at pleasure, and with impunity” then democracy and national unity would collapse. In their wake “some man possessed of the loftiest genius, coupled with ambition sufficient to push it to its utmost stretch, will at some time, spring up among us” and “set boldly to the task of pulling down” the American experiment.

That time has come.

We have been here before. Not just in 1838. Not just in 1860. In 1776, only six months after the proclamation of the Declaration of Indenpendence, the flame of the American Revolution burned so low it was in serious danger of being blown out by the merest puff of breath. At that time, Thomas Paine wrote “The American Crisis” on December 23, 1776, and began it thus:

“THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.”

We must maintain the spirit of my sixth great-grandfather, one of the first Americans to hear those words, read to him and his fellow soldiers of what was left of the Revolutionary Army on a cold winter night over a low fire in a forest on the western side of the Delaware River. After hearing those words they crossed the river and on Christmas morning they gave us the gift of a restored Revolution in the face of all hardship.

We cannot do less.

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