No one can deny Donald Trump is a bit of a clown. His hair, his bad spray on tan, and his serial marriages, among other things, count against him.
But his undeniable, categorical, CLEAR virtue is a willingness to speak obvious truths, knowing in advance that he will be pilloried by most of the media, who are SHOCKED, OUTRAGED, that anyone would defend common sense patriotism.
What do we have left, if we do not believe in the promise of our nation? We have always believed in progress, but progress within the system. Trump would be called courageous, if so many people were not trying to make him into a gargantuan, Godzilla-like monster. He is speaking obvious truths, when speaking the truth makes him an outlaw, an outsider, since the world otherwise is filled with lies, half truths, and misdirection.
I really feel that Communism is really nothing more, and nothing less, than the final failure of an individual to find a personal purpose in their lives. It is the final expression of despair and pessimism. It is reaching the bottom of life, finding nothing, then grasping at the only straw left to grasp. It is willing a superior power–the State–to create law for you, so that you can be free from freedom, so that you no longer need to control your own life, so that someone forces you into something like life. It is willing oneself to be a robot. It is taking a potion which makes you a zombie, because you have nothing else.
This really is a critically important question: how do you psychologically normal people become Communists? Answer: they don’t. You have to already be fucked up in the head, and then it is a salve, a balm, a sunny day in a cold winter. It is warmth, intoxicating. And it is so SIMPLE. Just give your freedom away, and you find peace. That it is cultish is obvious. That some people need cults is equally obvious.
Culturally, everything which breeds a taste for ugliness, which damages the sacred, which nurtures moral and existential pessimism, anger, and depression, works to support the Communist ethos, which is concrete blocks, hunger, colorful banners, and hidden torture and execution chambers. It is also psychological torture camps they call ” re-education” camps, where people are taught to all think the same things, say the same things, and reject FULLY any pretension to individual moral thought, to any personal destiny, to anything like a loving God, and to hope in any form.
It is, in other words, a massive coffin, the land of the undead, and a vampires paradise.