We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms... And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered.
If you've been keeping up with your altRight reading of late, you'll have noticed in the last few days that quite a few of the leading lights of the Manosphere appear to have taken on a rather messianic tone in their impassioned screeds against the Bitch and everything that she represents. Vox Day has been particularly strong in his (entirely justified) condemnation of the evil that festers at the heart of the Clinton Machine these days.
Others have not exactly been any more temperate. Mike Cernovich, Heartise, Matt Forney, most of the Return of Kings mob- the list just goes on and on.
I don't pretend to any different, by the way. I'm well aware of just how strident some of my screeds against the Rottenmuncher have been.
As it happens, there is a very good reason for this.
We write and speak that way about The Bitch and those around her because every one of our instincts, honed over years of having to deal with the stupidities and follies and insanities of the International Community Of The Ever So Caring And Sensitive, tells us that there is real and terrible evil festering at the heart of the Clinton campaign.
Everything I can see tells me that, deep within her withered and rotten core, Hillary Rodham Clinton is a true psychopath. I honestly do believe that she is truly evil.
Even so, for those who are not used to such things, this sort of fire-and-brimstone tone might seem a bit... excessive. Hell, I thought it was excessive for a while when reading through Vox's work for the past two days. He made me look as harmless and docile as one of those old fogeys that sits at the public chess tables over in Central Park every day.
I was in the gym, working my way through heavy sets of bench presses on my way to my one-rep-max for the day. Most of the TVs in the gym were tuned in to the Clinton News Network, and the breaking story flashed that FBI Director James Comey had just sent a letter to Congress basically stating that the Bureau's conclusions from July were unchanged.
He had just exonerated, again, a career criminal and traitor whose incompetence, venality, and treachery have directly led to the deaths of over four hundred THOUSAND civilians in the Levant, and whose actions as Secretary of State greatly weakened American power and influence globally while radically increasing the number of threats faced by the nation itself.
That was the moment that I knew, beyond any shadow of any doubt, that the Prince of Evil rules this land.
That was when I looked up to the heavens and uttered a silent prayer to God.
That was the moment that I knew that, whatever happens on November 8th, only the Almighty can save America now.
The corruption and evil that the Founding Fathers rightly feared so greatly as the death of freedom and the destruction of nations, has now taken root within every last institution that they put up as a bulwark against tyranny.
Wherever you look, the stench of corruption is there. Congress; the judiciary; the media; the pollsters; the commentary classes; it just doesn't matter where you turn. Every last one of these institutions is rotten and evil to its very core.
Even the American military, which most Americans correctly regard as being the penultimate safeguard of their liberties (right below the American people themselves), has been corrupted. The military leadership is now more concerned with being politically correct and environmentally friendly than figuring out how to win wars.
The FBI was supposed to be one of those safeguards against tyranny and executive corruption. And look how spectacularly they have now failed.
Are we seriously supposed to believe that the same Federal Bureau of Investigation that took a full year to comb through about 60,000 emails, now went through SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND of them in, what, five days??? And somehow managed to find nothing seriously incriminating in all of that mess, even though we now know that Hillary Clinton told her maid to print out classified documents and information?
I am now utterly certain, beyond even the merest hint of a shadow of doubt, that if Hillary Clinton wins on Tuesday- and given that we're already seeing dead people and illegal aliens casting votes, all in favour of the Democrats, natch, that is a real possibility right now- then it will be the end of the United States of America.
I am more convinced than ever that what John Ringo and LTC Tom Kratman predicted in their separate novels, written several years apart, will come to pass. This country will simply implode, and eventual secession and resegregation will go from unthinkable to virtual certainty in the space of just four years.
And that is before we get to the toll of blood that is sure to follow.
After all, how many times have we been told that the wages of sin is death? And how many times have we ignored that iron law, to our own great misery?
I do not claim that Donald Trump can stop any of this. I have no idea whether he can. I only know that Donald Trump is not the one under investigation for being more corrupt and dangerous than any modern leader since, probably, Josef Stalin. I only know that Donald Trump is not itching to go to war with Russia- which is a war that America will almost certainly LOSE, in spectacularly bloody fashion. I only know that Donald Trump is not the one who wants to let the whole of the Third World into America, and thereby turn it into that very same Third World.
In my beloved HALO series, there is a truly great game called HALO: Reach, which depicts the events of the Fall of Reach. In the game's universe, this is a climactic and pivotal siege of humanity's greatest strategic asset beyond Earth, the fortress among the stars over which much of the UNSC's military might was concentrated. In the game, the Covenant invades Reach stealthily at first, and it is up to the player, as an integral part of fireteam Noble, to investigate some strange activity in a remote part of the planet Reach to figure out what's going on.
In the process, they discover the presence of humanity's most mortal and terrible enemy- on their home turf.
At the end of the first mission, when this is uncovered, Noble One, Commander Carter-A259, contacts Noble Actual, Colonel Urban Holland, and tells him:
"Affirmative. The Covenant are on Reach. It's the WINTER CONTINGENCY."
The reply is simple:
"Then may God help us all."
Indeed. God help us all if the Bitch is elected to supreme power on Tuesday. God have mercy on the United States of America- which, I suspect, He will not be particularly inclined to do, given the utterly wanton disregard that this country seems to have for His Law.