If Trump cannot get justice, the law of the land will be governed by the man who cheated him out of his rightful claim to have won the election. The next Attorney General will be a Biden appointee. And Biden will not make the mistake Obama made and fail to fill each and every court opening promptly.
And we saw recently in Pennsylvania the sorts of people–the caliber of people–Obama DID put in office. As one commentator noted, the dismissal in Pennsylvania looked like a partisan press release, and was no doubt consciously conceived as such.
No, nearly unlimited amounts of money, surveillance leading to extortion, and bullying are sweeping the land. Those who are not bought or compromised are being openly threatened. They are threatened with physical violence, yes, but also social and political violence. Their home addresses are published, in the patent hope that some crazy might attack them; they are attacked ruthlessly in a press with no shame; and their futures in this society, run by the crazies, are put in jeopardy.
I can’t have any idea what my future holds, but I have always known that if I fail to cling to truth that I will disappear fully, as seemingly so many Americans already have. They have evaporated, never to be seen again. I would rather die, even though I fear both pain and death.
Lying is a suffering and a death now, and it is suffering and death I can avoid, now. It is foolish, I think, to enter an Iron Maiden which will cut me in a thousand places, in the fear of something more physical that might or might not happen.
I do game out going to a concentration camp, to being tortured, to being broken by the moralizing psychopaths. We can all be broken, and with modern technology it is likely not that difficult, and does not take long. The only conclusion I can reach is that yes I can be broken, but that there is a vast difference between being broken easily and being broken with difficulty after taking my stand; and with doing my best to face my fate bravely, versus giving up easily at the first sign of trouble.
Life is not a joke. We are not here to feel relentless tragedy, but neither are we here to pretend that life does not end, and that we are not on a small planet–in the scheme of things–in an endless soup of emptiness. We are here to learn how to see, in all the ways this is possible. This is my fervent belief.