The sun rose over the east lawn with the fusion of orange and turquoise. The light filtered through the trees and passed though the bullet-proof windows. The little boy rolled over, snuggled his pillow and curled up tight in a fetal position, smug in the knowledge that he had fooled all those from the east coast to westward, past The Lights of Albuquerque and past the Gateway. Pundit after Pundit & Pundette alike would soon be hot on his trail to refute the lies strewn about like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs, except in this case, the crumbs are obfuscation and subterfuge, not to leave a trail home, but to obscure the path, to lead those who would follow them astray. Such is his mission and he enjoys it, thank you very much.

Shhhhh, the boy may still be sleeping. Dreaming perhaps of fishing: “Hey kid nice fish. What’d you use for bait?”

“Well, I Caught Him With A Corndog, mister.”

Or he may be dreaming of Hummers & Cigarettes or perhaps some Innominatus creature. Either way, it’s best to let him sleep as much as possible because of the destruction that follows when he’s awake.

This morning’s Front Page Magazine will report that the boy is mad. Everything Is Backwards, they will say. He is full of Drunken Wisdom and The Observer will note the fact that the boy betrays his lies by his very deeds but still holds to the narrative. Such is the manner of the illusion. Some people only see what they wish to see, making the charlatan’s job that much easier.

A close examination, Viewed From The Right with open eyes and an open mind is all that is required to see through the veil of hypocrisy. Is there available some talisman or possibly something resembling The Black Sphere portrayed in the Lord of the Rings to see what the future holds for the man-child? He certainly goes on about his business with the confidence of someone sure of their destiny. There is no Primordial Slack or sloth-like quality to his character, though some would say there is.

I beg to differ.

Even when he plays, there is a purpose in the game. Whatever he does Outside The Beltway is not just Potluck, it is all by design and that’s not just One Conservative Estimate. Many hold and espouse this very view. Intelligent, insightful folk like Phil Kerpen, Michelle Malkin, Doug Ross, Cynthia Yockey, Breitbart.com, Cassy Fiano, Theo Spark,  Cobb, Bride of Rove, Moe Lane, Tabitha Hale and Trestin Meacham have all put forth their belief that the little boy is purposefully dismantling America, so don’t discount the Thoughts of a Regular Guy as naïve. You may say what They Say / We Say is obtuse, but you would be wrong. Even a Neanderthal like The TrogloPundit can see through the mist of confoundment.

Everything the boy does is meant to destroy. Like a child taking apart a toy to examine its inner workings, but this one is well aware of the machinery inside. He has studied the gears and knows exactly what buttons to push to derail the train of freedom. He continually redefines words like equality and justice to suit his own ends. He and his ilk don’t consider themselves bound by the same laws we hold ourselves to, instead choosing which ones they would enforce and when. Take the illegal immigration issue for example, where the petulant youngster tries to subvert our heritage; his wish is to overwhelm our borders much like the storyline in the novel The Camp Of The Saints. This and all the other infractions must not be endured. Who will stand? Who will fight? Has your ire risen to five feet of fury? Well it must rise higher still. We must protect our liberty as a Grizzly Mama protects her cubs. We must fight like the Jedi and even call on Obi’s Sister to join us. The difference is the Jedi were out-numbered and we are not. We are not The Lonely Conservative any longer. We are The Resistance. We are The People’s Cube, assembled and ready for some Smash Mouth Politics employing the Critical Political Thinking necessary to regain our freedom. Didn’ I Tell You? I am William Wallace reborn, as are you, and you, and you.

CARPE DIEM my friends! Si Vis Pacem! There comes a Storm Bringer and he is us! We bring Snark And Boobs to the party and will not be silenced! We have our captains and our soldiers: Hack Wilson, Little Miss Attila, An American Lion, teresamerica, The War Planner, The Sniper and the Washington Rebel. We’re all hanging at The Saloon seated at Randy’s Roundtable with The Classic Liberal making battle plans. Join with us for a brew and some talk of Blue Collar Philosophy and good olde American values.

This is not just Hot Air. Our enemies will know our thoughts and demands by word or at Saberpoint. Which do you chose? I can be The Freeman only to the point to which I lay claim to freedom and I understand the price of liberty is high.

I am ready to walk down Eternity Road with you my brothers and sisters. As DeanO constantly reminds us, the Lord Jesus is with us. Let us walk together, for if we do not make this our cause, a cause will be chosen for us. Such is the yolk of slavery. We must poke out the Eye of Polyphemus much as Odysseus in the old Greek story or we too will be trapped in his cave to be eaten at his leisure.

Sooner or later Atlas Shrugs and it is your turn to bear the weight of the world. We all must stand to the challenge, bear the weight together, for none of us alone can manage. Preparations must be made now for the coming struggle.

As the Teacher said:

“Cast thy Bread Upon the Waters and upon the land, for thou shalt find it after many days” (Eccles. 11:1)

Oil your lamps!

[This is the second in a series. The first can be found here.]

[The third installment is here.]

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