What Did You Do in the Color Revolution, Male-Identifying Parental Unit?
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It is prudent not to believe in conspiracy theories about our garbage ruling class because its members are generally too stupid to pull them off. After all, the only enduring success it has achieved has been failure. Those of us blessed with being kids in the 70s, 80s, or 90s got in at America’s peak, but great America is gone, and it’s been all a downhill ride to decrepitude and the death of the American dream since. This current lot, led by that semi-animate dust puppet in the White House, has been feeding off the corpse of the golden goose they killed. They are not elite; they are cultural scavengers.
And now, desperate to maintain the power and prestige they did not earn, they seek to disenfranchise and oppress us. Understand – they are fine with their bizarre weirdo minions murdering us, with unarmed little Christian kids collateral damage in their culture war. But the rest of us are armed – thank goodness, because in the future historians may begin their lectures “Yet, thanks to the wisdom of the Founders in making sure the Second Amendment was in the Bill of Rights, the conspiracy to wring the freedom out of America failed.”
And it is a conspiracy, though it’s not being executed by some well-tuned, complex machine but, rather, a collection of pinkos, perverts, and potential Pol Pots that are acting in semi-concert to undermine everything the country should be about. They call this kind of campaign a “Color Revolution” when it happens overseas. It’s always got the same elements. A manufactured consensus about the rightness of the (leftist) cause. A committed coterie of hardcore activists with eager media coverage trying to make an angry minority appear to be a majority. Shaming and social controls keep the weaker elements of the opposition from acting. Lawfare, where possible – who cares if the statute of limitations ran or it’s not even a real crime? It’s not about the law. It’s about power. Build a sense of inevitability about a takeover and then…take over.
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
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"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
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Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
