AESOP has posted a great rant over at the Raconteur Report. It’s a little “dark” but does a great job of sternly advising the unruly of the hazards of pursuing greater conflict within our society. Here is a brief segment of AESOP’s tale:
…..In short, minions of Leftardia and Stupidia, you have blundered into a minefield, on a pogo stick. Stop what you’re doing, tiptoe out, and pray to whatever deity you think appropriate that you get away with your skins.
Because if you insist on pushing your revolution, you’re going to get the war of which you cannot grasp, and the results of which you cannot even conjure in your wildest fever-swamp nightmares.
And your opponents, who’ve been stacking in supplies and loading magazines, are shifting from backing away, and hoping the fight you long for doesn’t come, and instead coming to a feeling of thinking it’s about time to roll up their sleeves, and end you.
Not your party.
Not your progressive communist utopia.
You.
For all values of that word.
Every goddamned traitorous last one of you. Followed by your spouses, your children, your pets, your semi-domesticated illegal alien hordes, your schemes, your putrescent institutions, your metastasizing socialist programs, and every festering vestige of pustulence you’ve spewed onto a country you do not understand, didn’t build, and over which you and yours will never rule.