A transformative week for the self-styled progressives, but ominous portents proliferate.
So, again, while the silly prancers prance and the idiotic dancers dance on the streets of DC, San Francisco, and Seattle, the White House bathes in the gay colors of the rainbow flag, our President lectures us on the evils of the Confederacy, and the Rebel flag gets ripped down from monuments across the South, ISIS & Co. continue their march toward an Islamic Caliphate--one in which, please note, gays do not get married, they get thrown from tall buildings or hanged from cranes. While it apparently takes a delusional white guy shooting up a black church to get our President concerned about the deaths of Christians, or as he once labelled them "bible clingers," ISIS and pals such as Boko Haram have no problem slaughtering hundreds of Christians and bragging about it. Nary a peep from the Obama misadministration, but as long as the Islamists don't fly the Rebel battle flag, I guess it's OK.
Yes, as long as Hard America will forgive Prancing America the insults and the snobbery and the defense of failed policies as Good Intentions and bail them out, again.  Now comes Sultan Knish, suggesting to disgruntled readers it is time to Be the Best Saboteur You Can Be.
We're the underdogs. We're the political guerrillas. This is not our system. It's their system.

Our job is to make it run as badly as possible.
And Michael Kennedy of Chicago Boyz proposes a new symbol for the insurrection.  As a commenter notes, "Nothing is more energizing among rebels than taking a symbol calculated to give offense and kicking the general public in the teeth with it. Epater la bourgeoisie; this is the red-neck and flyover country version." Perhaps so, although eleven years ago I was noting similar portents.  How much disgruntled neglect is a polity capable of handling?

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