I’ve received a few emails from lost souls who actually follow my blog (they must be the ones who also religiously clean their fish tanks and balance check books), and are asking about the new header and its meaning. Actually, I received more emails about the new header than I’ve ever received in the history of the blog.
They all asked: so, what does “I am The Realist” mean?
I decided it was time to explain and clarify.
Yes, I am still the Bloviating Zeppelin. I have been so since this blog’s inception on Blogger in 2004. I have kept this blog running for 11 years now. These days that is unheard of. Most blogs last a few weeks or a month, if that, then are abandoned. The Blogosphere is replete with the abandoned floating remnants of good intentions ignored.
That is to say: if something is good, wonderful, fantastic, honest, clear, loyal, brave, powerful, proud, supportive of the United States, you can be assured that the current administration will do or embrace the complete reverse.
I am so done with that. I am done with receding, with subsuming, with parsing my words, with taking care, with hesitating, with trying to acquire a readership, with attempting to appeal to more readers. I am in my 60s, my days are numbered, I am done with tolerance, with acceptance, with any form of political correctness.
Let me make this plain. I have “mine.” I purposely purchased food for me and my wife to continue living. I have a water source. I have a defensible cabin far away from population centers. I have a bangstick and one bullet. I have the mindset and the training and the education and experience to utilize all of these things when necessary. Further, I have a modicum of fiscal security. I may have been a cop, but I was not a stupid cop.
I planned for my retirement when I was only in my single digits. Shame on you if you haven’t planned for your retirement. It’s not my responsibility to take care of you, that you haven’t had the insight I had or if you’re stupid. Which reemphasizes: I have “mine.” If you weren’t equally smart then shame on you. Which translates to: if I advocate against the GOPEE or take certain stands, it’s because I don’t so much mind if the nation collapses. I am better off than 99% of the rest of the US.
I don’t have to equivocate or worry about what anyone thinks about me. That, frankly, is rather liberating. And, as The Realist, it’s time to yank the covers off the national bed and expose the soft white underbelly of politics. Because I am done.
This nation is not going to survive “compromise.” It is not going to survive “bipartisanship.” It is not going to survive communal thoughts or bicameral decisions or deconfliction or Progressives or Socialists or Demorats or Leftists or the SEIU or illegal immigrants or Muslims or open borders.
It’s time to be a Realist. It’s time to realize what can be done and what must be done. It’s time for me to fish or cut bait. It’s time to be even more plain than ever before. Because, in my estimation, the literal life of this nation, this great nation, is literally on the line.
There are elements, many elements, that wish to see this nation go down in flames. They exist from without but way too many of these elements exist from within the nation. I must identify them, call them out, be Politically INcorrect, and use plain and coarse language.
It’s not about me. As I said, I have “mine.” I can survive when pushed against the wall. Too many Americans cannot. And too many Americans are stupid and dull and groomed for extinction. They don’t realize that they are the frog in the boiling pot. They are dulled by their television and their news and their indifference to life around them. They cannot see two inches in front of their faces. They have been groomed and petted and coddled to be the dullards they have turned out to be. The Millennials are the worst. And they are in for a massive shock. They are the least prepared for it.
There is a huge societal “thump” coming. It may be revealed in a physical sense, in a geographic sense, in a fiscal sense, in a budgetary sense, in a stock sense, in an internet sense, in a viral sense, in a technological sense. Or all of these.
But there is a major “thump” coming and oh-so-very-few people are prepared. With that in mind, I have to ratchet up my rhetoric because ratcheted-up rhetoric is about to be banned.
You doubt me?
Just you wait and see.
Hence: I am now The Realist.
I must be more clear than ever before.