President Trump used to ask Americans, “Are you tired of winning yet?” President Word Salad just asks Americans, “Are you as tired as I am?” Americans are tired…of skyrocketing gas prices, of unprotected borders, of never-ending government mask mandates and business-killing lockdowns, of this one virus being treated as if it were the scariest threat humankind has faced, of being told they’re unconsciously racist or consciously “extreme.” Americans are just plain tired of what a mess this megalomaniacal bunch of “Build Back Better” morons have made of the greatest country on the planet.
More than anything, Americans are tired of the constant flow of anti-American bilge that spurts out daily from the mouths of the Woke Class and their devout followers. Democrat or Republican in this country, we used to have a common ethos: America, love her or leave her! Now, after a decade of Obama Marxism and the whiny, mean-girl AOC-ification of our culture (Wait, she’s only been around for two years? What hath hell unleashed?), we are a nation at war with ourselves: America, oh my gosh, let me tell you a hundred different things about this country that I absolutely, like, hate. I mean, I would totally live anywhere else, except, like, social justice or something, right?
To be in America and not count that a blessing is the height of self-indulgence. Even in an abusive environment where mass media snobs and government know-nothings tell us how awful we all are each and every day, the United States is still without a doubt the best place on Earth. Everyone in the world knows this. Nobody escaping poverty or persecution is sneaking into Xinjiang. Communist China is not a beacon for people yearning to be free. You show up without an invitation or proper vetting, and you get the gulag treatment or find yourself an unwitting organ donor real fast. Either that or you’re “invited” to join one of China’s slave labor camps where they make things that American companies can sell back to the same Americans they put out of work.
No, it is America and all she represents that draw unfortunates from every hellhole and hellscape made by man, enticing them to gamble their lives on long journeys, so that they might have something more to call their own (before the Democrats promptly tax it). You know, the same country whose athletes kneel in disrespect of its flag and anthem because it is so rigidly patriarchal and structurally racist that women must walk around head-to-toe in red handmaid’s attire and LeBron James must sit and wait in anguish for the day that he, too, gets the respect he deserves. The nation whose left-wing scribes write glowing tributes to Cuba’s Castroite killers because they went to colleges with posters of Che Guevara hanging on their dormitory walls and still stupidly believe that “equality” is sexy only when it comes from the end of a rifle, the promise of universal poverty, and the sweat of shovel-ready jobs required to dig sixty years of mass graves. The land where aristocracy was banned and free speech was enshrined, whose people put down the rising tide of fascism all over the globe, just so later generations could don black hoodies and masks and denounce rural Americans as irredeemably fascist. America — the only place in the world where success is so obtainable that problems have to be invented. What a country!
I’m tired of our government being an overflowing bucket of
stupidity and dishonesty.