The fact that the American people rose up in revulsion against a couple who the future will see as the Bonnie and Clyde of the 21st century was only the end of the beginning.
The simple fact of the matter is that there are those who think they know more than the majority of the Republic. The the defeat of the Clintons seems, to them, a mere blip in the progress of their progressiveness. They now circle their wagons to reassure themselves with kisses and hugs.
And then they get down to business. And what is their business? Deciding our future for us, as we are obviously too stupid to govern the course of our own destinies.
Compared to these big-shots I’m just small potatoes, just “Jojo with his yoyo”. But I am being cryptic. Who exactly was “Jojo with his yoyo”, you ask?
In order to understand me you must study American prophets and poets, (of whom there are, recently, remarkably few), and then you must focus in on one of the few Greats, named Dr. Seuss. (His poetry beats the crap out of the drivel produced by most dweebs at modern universities.)
More than half a century ago the prophet Seuss prophesied that the “elephant” would hear the “smallest”. (IE; big business Republicans would hear their little workers) and attempt to save them.
However a Globalist “kangaroo court” would oppose the “elephant”.
And this kangaroo court would go so far as to send the ape-like Wickersham family (IE the Clintons) to destroy the little workers.
At this point it became very necessary for the little workers to make a great noise, so the Globalists might hear them, but the Globalists remained strangely deaf, despite the fact all the little workers were doing their best, except for one, who was Jojo with his yoyo. (Me.)
According to Dr Suess, it was only when Jojo added his little “yop” to the din made by others, that the Globalists heard the voice of the little workers.
I would like to believe my little “yop” has such power, the power of a pebble to start an avalanche, but my life-experience does not make me believe I have such power. For the most part, the Wickersham brothers have steamrolled me. However, in honor of Dr. Seuss, I will donate my small “yop” to the Globalists.
My “yop” to Globalists is this:
You guys seem to think anything like patriotism is evil, and internationalism is where it is at. We are suppose to be blind to skin color and religion and all differences. I say blindness is a failure to discriminate. Prejudice is wrong, but discrimination is not a dirty word. We need to discriminate. We need to discriminate between right and wrong, between good and evil, and between those whom we are obliged to help and those we are not.
You guys think anything less than internationalism is fascism, but charity begins at home. A home is the smallest nation, the atom of which larger molecules are formed, but because it is a nation you despise it, see it as racist, and want to replace it with some classroom and some Big Brother. But you can’t replace a mother’s love and a father’s love. No facsimile will suffice.
If we don’t take care of our own, how can we begin to take care of our neighbors? If a man can’t be faithful to his wife, or a woman can’t be faithful to the unborn in her womb, of what use is high-minded talk of faithfulness to an international brotherhood? We need to begin with the small, but you sneer at the small. Just look at how you mock “family values” as being some sort of “thing of the past”. You convey more honor on a broken home than a healthy home, and more dignity upon people who shun the opposite sex, than upon those who marry the greatest opposite there is.
Is it any wonder that your brand of internationalism brings ruin wherever it goes? What has the globalism of the United Nations touched that it hasn’t promptly turned to shit? Do you not see the genocides your Midas touch has imparted?
Therefore my “yop” is this:
In the name of God stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop this delusion you are deluded by.