Why Johnny Ringo, you look like someone just walked over your grave.
It requires a cold heart to luxuriate in the misery of defeated antagonists. That’s why we should cease doing so entirely on Inauguration Day. Fortunately, that’s still over two months away, which leaves ample time to gloat at the liberals who don’t begin to loathe our children until they emerge from the birth canal.
Here’s a few images of exquisite anguish. If ever in a plummeting airplane, I’ll pull these out for solace in the final moments.
Even the model minority was succumbing to candor in the despair of its hive-mind.
Makes me wonder what people were thinking with those Asian exclusion acts?
No matter. Trump’s election represents a truly breathtaking repudiation of…everything. He faced a unified institutional front aligned against him, not so much for himself, but as a proxy for the legacy Americans betrayed by them all. But those are ancient hieroglyphs from Monday night. This is Wednesday. And what needs to be addressed now are the tantalizing possibilities that rarely linger long within reach.
The political landscape is swollen with potential targets. An override of Obama’s executive actions. Not some of them, not the ones deemed unconstitutional, all of them. Why suffer reading them to choose? Obamacare repeal. The Paris warming change accord. Deportations. TPP. Extricating ourselves from the Middle Eastern Morass and letting the very well rested IDF have a turn at “regime change” without our subsidies. Build The Wall. Defund sanctuary cities, and the states that harbor them. Crippling fines for employers hiring illegals. You know the list.
Unfortunately though those are all just tactics. If Trump wants to be a legend rather than a mere president he’ll have to ponder strategy. And that means securing the blessings of liberty for himself and his posterity. Posterity that–I hope Donald comprehends–will only be lavished with saliva as it recedes into minority status. His Golden Emperor statue, with one foot upon each coast, will not long survive the corrosive effects of our current demographics.
Which means 2017 is the time to strike boldly where opportunity beckons. Trump will have two houses of congress for at least two years. He should take large bites rather than small. And none would be larger than repeal of the immigration laws that are the source of all the left’s political power. To add upon a tweet from Ann Coulter: if only people who had four American grandparents were allowed to vote, the democrats could hold their convention in a shoe box. Though that’s an exaggeration, as they’ve always got the dutiful northern corners. Though without imported ballot drones, the metastasized anti-white left wouldn’t be threatening nationally to a wounded Pomeranian.
That’s largely because of two laws, and intentional negligence to enforce even those. Everyone knows well the Hart-Celler Act of 1965, which allowed one generation to primly stab its successors without living to see the blood. But few ever mention Bush’s equally despicable Immigration Act of 1990. This being a betrayal True Conservatives were always somehow remiss to mention as both his pups barked after the presidency.
By some accounts, Bush’s law increased legal immigration another 40% and introduced such exotic lunacies as the “diversity visa” and various job visas because, of course, we can’t mow our own lawns. As an aside, legal immigration now averages approximately 1.1 million/year. That means without a single border leap Trump will face a new hostile immigrant equivalent of Kentucky when he presumably runs for reelection in four years. And the First Honduran Transvestite President can just as easily unwind everything he accomplishes.
That’s why immigration laws are where Trump should go firstest with the mostest. Repealing these would be hugely more strategic victories than jettisoning Obamacare. Any of which would require senate Republicans to initiate the nuclear option to bypass a democratic filibuster. But if you are going to go all-in for a centerpiece repeal, make it for what matters most. Healthcare laws mean little in Liberia.
Wouldn’t you agree, General Butt Naked?