The biggest lie currently circulating and making its way through the general consciousness like some malignant poison is that a man who shakes hands with ghosts wanders off into the woods and is only concerned about his next diaper change and the flavor of ice cream he will enjoy once the afternoon rolls around is somehow in charge, or making decisions that could potentially lead to the escalation of an already volatile and drawn out conflict, and the very real probability of a full scale, all-out world war.
It’s like having an aging grandparent who’s been missing a
step or five and putting them in charge of retrofitting the gas line coming
into the house while the rest of the family is in the basement planning their retirement
party. He was never good at such things, even on his best day, but now, in his
twilight, when more often than not he forgets his own name and has extended
bouts of senility, is when we put him in charge of something that could turn
the entire home into ash and rubble in five seconds flat.
It’s not so much that it beggars belief. It’s more akin to
shattering it all together, asking the world to believe something demonstrably fallacious
with a straight face. We’re expected to suspend reality and believe that he is
the decider when it’s likely the only thing he’s decided over the last few
years is the flavor of ice cream he’d get in his waffle cone.
Apparently, it’s only when the cameras are on that the man
seems lost in space and time. Turn them off, and you’ve got one sharp cookie
who understands the inner workings and dynamics of global politics to the point
that he concluded the only way to peace is through war and escalation of a
conflict that was weeks away from being resolved diplomatically.
Ever since the day after the elections when we got the results
faster than anyone would dare hope, and the most hated man in Washington got a
mandate to try and dismantle the machine, I’ve stated, and repeatedly so that
it’s too quiet. Something was off, felt strange, and barring the handful of
women who’ve taken to shaving their heads on Tic Toc and swearing off the
intimacy they were never likely to be the recipients of in the first place and
the talking heads who accused half the country of deep seeded misogyny, racism,
ageism, sexism, and every other ism you could think of, everything seemed
relatively peaceful.
I got that same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when
my kids have been upstairs for half an hour, with nary a peep to be heard. Sure,
the quiet is a nice respite, but it’s also foreboding, and even though every
ounce of me wants to enjoy it for a few more minutes, I know I have to go and
check on them.
With less than two months to go before he has to vacate the
office and enjoy his ice cream in Delaware rather than DC, the man who never
saw a shadow he didn’t threaten has decided to give Ukraine the green light to
use American-made long-range missiles to attack Russia. This is a departure
from this administration’s previous position, but elections have consequences,
and if the consequence of having chosen not to descend into full-blown
Communism and rejecting globalism is full-scale war, none of the octogenarians
on the Hill seem to be overly bothered by it.
The instant Ukraine got the green light to escalate, they did
so, and reports are coming in that an American missile was used against a
military depot in Russia. What the world is currently banking on and hoping for
is Russian restraint, wherein they don’t reciprocate in kind and drag the rest
of Europe into this conflict, a conflict that all parties acknowledged was
likely to end with some sort of peace deal within days of the man who took on
Corn Pop was to vacate the oval office.
Feral animals are at their most dangerous when they are
cornered. Even with the uptick in business by the paper shredding trucks, there’s
still a lot of dirt that those who’ve been in power for decades, pulling strings,
and doing things that would turn the stomach of the most hardened of criminals,
don’t ever want to see the light of day.
We are in uncharted territory, and the next few weeks will be
very telling indeed. The worst thing you can do to the powerful is threaten
their power. Because the narcissism of power is such that the only thing the
individual in question is concerned with is himself and his influence, he will
readily barter the lives of others and his own nation’s safety and security if
he believes there is a chance to retain it.
This mindset is not exclusive to one side of the political aisle
or the other. There is bipartisanship when it comes to protecting one’s self-interests,
even if it comes at the cost of the lives and safety of those they are supposed
to represent. If you thought we were out of the woods, one objective look will
tell you we’re still deep in the forest. This is not the time to rest on our
laurels or take a victory lap. It is a time to be watchful and sober, trusting
God in all things and knowing where our help comes from. Spoiler alert: it’s
not government!
“And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.” If only.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea, Jr.
Posted on 20 November 2024 | 12:09 pm
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