Election Night was intensely painful for me. It is one thing to know in advance what will happen, it is another thing altogether to watch it unfold. As I received confirmation after confirmation that the long-awaited demographic turn in the road had definitively arrived, I found myself fighting against realizing exactly what that means, in all its likely effects.Where will such a demographic shift lead? Well, it will end with wretched mobs of adverbial clauses searching desperately for a verb they'll never find:
And quietly at first, but picking up steam as European-Americans are tax farmed, subject to capital controls, surveilled overseas for possible asset-hiding, as crime creeps back up, as everything seems to begin to crumble, literally and figuratively, as the government becomes even more openly corrupt as it is today, as more and more men realize the ballot box is no answer, well...And as Brother McColloch writes at The Thinking Housewife, it will lead the rest of us into a state of stoned "sodomatrimony:"
Obama re-elected while carrying every “swing” state; Democrats holding the Senate; three states voting for sodomatrimony; two states voting for dope? No, today I am not well. It seems clearer by the day that the country I was born into is now dead, and that most of its current inhabitants want it to be.Prompting this lament from Housewifian poet N.W:
My country where is she?It's no wonder the fine young men and women at Ole Miss reacted to the election by stoning cars, yelling "nigger," and burning Obama signs.
Buried by diversity, bled dry by thieves.
Our fathers would have cried,
To see the day she died,
As I flee to the mountains high,
I weep for thee.
According to former Village People biker guy, Joseph Farah, that's just the beginning We need to prepare for the nightmare that lies ahead:
It’s time to hunker down.
It’s time to prepare for the worst – economically, militarily, socially, culturally.