By Jeffrey A. Friedberg
Impolite and Brief
Democrats, Liberals, “Progressives,” Socialists, Communists, Suburban Housewives, and Canadian Supergirl have created politicized worlds that don’t exist.
This ranting excursion into a twilight (zoned) area of their own creation appears to be a one-way drop for them. They seem to be lost souls flailing for a formula—any devious, formulaic plot — which they may think can ultimately beat Donald Trump in the coming election of 2020.
Time, and again, they flog that bestiary of demonic forms, seeking totalitarian salvation for deranged, murderous worlds within nightmare worlds. Their own, drug-infused, or alcohol-soaked, or hatred-infused worlds of domination, terror, horror, and global Communism.
Why should serious writers—daily—struggle to meet and answer Democrats’ every delusion and deranged smears of Trump?
I mean—how may times can I say, “Democrats have lost all sanity.
“Gone, are great men—Democrats—like Harry Truman, JFK, Hubert Humphrey, and the amazing Daniel Moynahan. They are dead, and their like is nowhere.”
Today’s “youth” (and tomorrow’s voters,) probably never even heard of these Democrats. Because, today, NONE of these men would even be allowed in the New Hollywood Special Effects Communist Totalitarian Democrat Partei.
FLASH! STOP THE PRESSES!
As reported—even in their own propagandist, so-called, “Media”—every deranged “scandal” they launch against Trump turns out to be a total lie.
Are “they” ever “called out” on it? Not really.
Are such make-believe scripts and shadow-plays ever retracted? Not really. Are any of the perpe-traitors ever punished, discredited, defrocked, or removed from their apparent, journalistic “priesthood?” Not really; no.
I thought it wasn’t real
Your mind makes it real
—THE MATRIX, (1999)
So why should serious writers try daily to counter, block, or “answer” the hurtling worlds of lies launched by Democrats?
It’s silly, right?
It forces the writer to politely chronicle and repeat the lie. It plays directly into the Play Itself.
It “makes it real.”
It makes me sick.
Yet, I have been urged by Conservative luminaries, and way more important and better writers, to keep on keepin’ on. To continue writing.
Wherein, I believe, this continued writing is ludicrous: sides have already been chosen; heroes have been picked and set; the universe has been capped off and the debris carted away.
Everyone already knows what they are going to do.
So—why should anybody keep writing?
I guess because we have to. Because these lying basterds cannot be allowed to go un-answered. Because they are lying, and too many people believe the lies.
Because they will stoop as low as they have to go—in order to “win.” In order to even steal the election, if necessary. Whatever it takes.
Because the Truth must be printed.
Because that’s how it was in America.
Because that’s how it still is—in what remains of the real America.