It seems the camels are coming home to roost. Any sober assessment would always have noted native tensions within the grasping liberal trough coalition. To think these conflicts would perpetually remain below the threshold of blood required a child’s wonder. Though I am certain there were aspirations that friendly fire would remain modest until the Grand Work in the west was done. But that is asking much of a political infantry–who, after all, are paid to swing, not think.
And so, if nothing else, the Saturday night Homocaust was entirely predictable.
We’ll leave space available for future entries. And as statistics and muslim inclinations dictate, some of these instances were always destined to weigh heavy on cohorts high in the liberal hierarchy. Gays in particular. Love wins! is always a gratifying sentiment, until accompanied by Allahu Akbar! and the ululations of 7.62 rounds. We all understood that advocacy on behalf of those who want you dead is a sensuous virtue. But who knew it could hurt more than a rectal prolapse?
What was learned last night is that despite (((liberal))) exhortations to the contrary, it’s not just going to be white Trump supporters who wash the sidewalks when brown people attack. A fact which might lead some to think the BLT community is going to need better slogans.
Though I doubt additional supplications, no matter how well practiced, are going to change much. Borders produce no magical alchemy, and muslims do not change perspectives upon crossing them. They are no more interested in becoming epicene dilettantes here than they were in the goat pasture. Importing them in sufficient numbers eventually means submission or war. And since sparing our children needless misery runs counter to American values, we’re left mostly with masochistic political theater. And that means more hate symbols have got to come down.
But, of course, confederates weren’t exclusively responsible for the Orlando massacre. Guns also played a malign role. In much the same way mules forged America and scaffolds defeated the Axis powers. The point is that you can’t allow a flatbed full of flamers to expire without advancing your agenda. And that agenda is to make certain future Omars are unimpeded by armed civilians when committing violence in alignment with Huffington Post dictates.
Fortunately, when that violence arrives, we taxpayers will enjoy the protection of history’s most lavishly-funded military. Because that’s why they exist: to protect us from foreign hostilities. Unfortunately, that military is bobbing somewhere in the South Seas, antagonizing Russia, and celebrating its silver anniversary of bombing Iraq into a slurry. So perhaps ours serves a more nuanced purpose.
In any event, last night’s exertions are only one dot in a long ellipsis unless western man decides to pull the bone out of his nose and cast off modernity’s cherished superstitions. Gleaming cities have always built high walls–always under the painful tutelage of their enemies. We’ll do the same, or our cities will gleam no more. And the rainbows learned last night just how un-fabulous that can be.