BASEMENT BIDEN

Yesterday we celebrated the strength of our republic and the grand architecture of its institutions but not the cheating  political Trojan horse who has just been sworn in as president.

Some men are dismal failures but Joe Biden is a dismal success. After a 47-year political record of confusing activity with achievement he managed to steal the presidential election and shuffle into the imperial box where, just as in Obama’s suffocating and poisonous presidency, the ghost of Saul Alinsky will roam free and reign triumphant.

The basic structure of our constitutional freedoms is at risk. America is now in the grip of fascist totalitarians masquerading as tribunes of the people as they go about using our freedoms to curtail and destroy our freedom. Their fellow travelers in the "cancel culture" mainstream media who act as their microphone will continue to advance the Left's agenda using the false narrative of systemic racism in America as an accelerant while ignoring the horrific, violent criminality of the domestic terrorist groups of Black Lives Matter and Antifa.

The relationship between the citizen and the state is under review and not in a way that will further enhance our liberties. The woke Biden/Harris administration along with its bandwagon of Obama retreads will do to America in four short years what it took the Roman Empire a hundred years of enjoyable decadence to accomplish.

We bid what we hope will be a temporary farewell to President Trump. Despite four years of the most vicious, vindictive, subversive, nasty and hysterical hostility towards him by the Democrats his long list of solid achievements will place him high on the list of great American presidents.

And so,

“Say not the struggle nought availeth,
     The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
     And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
     It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
     And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking
     Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making,
     Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
     When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
     But westward, look, the land is bright.”