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All Things Must Pass
24 Nov
I am thankful for one thing this Thanksgiving:
Outside, however, among the nation’s awakening throngs, gratitude and hope are beginning to swell and grow anew. Only three years left. It’s long but not that long. Every person in that gloomy room will be gone. History. Nothing left but an ugly stain, oily residue, scar tissue. The room will be refreshed. The turkey will be moist. There will be more cranberry sauce. This dark, warmongering chapter will finally end. Pie all around.It is not, the world realizes, too early to be thankful for that.
Relax, folks. It’s almost over. The freefall is in full swing and is irreversible; the long-overdue political and cultural revolt is just beginning. Their time is coming to an end, and they know it. Before they finally join the ashheap of history, they’ll certainly do their absolute damnedest to destroy this country in the name of saving it. But in the deepest, darkest recesses of their squalid, shrunken hearts, they know their time is almost up.
Pass the turkey and gravy soda.
Update: And here’s another thing to be thankful for…not one, but two pairs of flame-covered Chucks.
I’m en fuego, baby.
