"The whizzing sound of that bullet that we just dodged"
But he's not wrong.
If anything, he's understating just how freakin' close we all came to seeing everything we love come undone.
This was particularly true in the last month or so of the race, when the avalanche of negative press coverage about the God-Emperor grew to truly mythic proportions. It was easy to think, at the time- as I did at certain points- that there was simply no way that The Donald could win.
By the time we actually go to decision day, things appeared to have stabilised to the point where I suspected and indeed hoped that he would win. And that is what came to pass. But for a while there, it looked very grim indeed.
And for people like us, that grim realisation focused our minds upon the likely, and devastating, consequences of such a loss.
We live as we do in the West because we literally stand on the shoulders of giants- who would be absolutely mortified with shame to see what we, their descendants, have done to their precious legacy.
Americans were offered a very clear choice. They were asked to choose between the status quo, which would have seen their nation and their civilisation fall into ruin because the same stupid mistakes that got them into their current pickle would have continued to happen- or a new way, one that takes deep pride in who and what Americans of all races and colours are, but which acknowledges, however tacitly, that white Americans are the backbone of the nation and its civilisation.
Thank God that America chose as it did- which is exactly what I have been doing every day since November 9th.
I thank God that He, through you, gave these United States of America yet another chance to redeem and rebuild itself. The country and the people that I love were given one more opportunity- probably the very last one- to save themselves.
I thank God that He still listens to you and me. Surely it would be easiest for Him to simply turn His back on us and treat us as the foolish stupid moronic children that we are- yet He does not, even now.
That bullet you just dodged is only one of a veritable hail of such things coming straight at all of us. The entire Western world, and its way of life, is under assault from both without and within. Our fight isn't over- it hasn't even really begun.
But now the resistance has started shooting back. And I have to say, it is a hell of a lot of fun to see the barbarians who have forced us to this point suddenly cowering in fear and ducking for cover. It's about damned time.
Donald Trump will not save us. He has only bought us some desperately needed respite from the relentless progressive assault on Western values and principles and provided a useful diversion for our enemies to focus upon. That is all.
The rest is up to us- and if we fail this time, that bullet we just dodged will very soon be followed by cannonballs and mortar shells raining down around us. The barbarians are not just at the gates, they are among us, here, now, and they are not interested in making peace or preserving civilisation.
They just took a tremendous kick in the teeth, but they are not gone, and they are most certainly not forgiving.
If we cock it up this time, there won't be another chance. At that point, it will truly be game over.