Burning Down the House

Figuratively Speaking

I don’t know what you’re all so upset about out there.

It’s late April, 2025. Sometimes you just need to sit and contemplate, that’s what I have been doing for a couple of months. The spin cycle of world events has taken a back seat while pressing matters were underway at the Outpost. Mostly landscaping, but with a LOT of rocks. Never seen a plot of ground before where you can fill a foundation just by raking rocks off the surface. Every time I check back in with current events, the alarm meter has climbed another notch.

Trump is ruining the economy. Trump is pushing war. Trump has not kept his promises. Trump is wasting everyone’s time since the Judiciary won’t support him. Trump is burning too many bridges. Trump won’t listen to the experts. Trump won’t work within the system. Trump is an anti-free-speech president. Trump is a Zionist puppet. Trump is a Russian puppet. Trump is dangerous. Trump can’t control his inside leaks. Trump whatever. Trump, Trump, Trump.

Is that all you’ve got?

I wrote on numerous times that even if Trump did manage to win the election, he would be ineffective because they would block him at every turn. I said it was like just tapping the brakes on the speeding locomotive known as the USA as it headed toward bombed-out railroad bridge. So it pleases me to note that prediction was wrong, Readers. He poured on the coal.

What I have observed in these first three months doesn’t fill me with doom and dread, as it does for many out there. I see a man who has come out swinging. A man not holding anything back. A man putting his neck on the line, literally, trying to cause as much Deep State damage as possible before his opponent regains his senses. It’s like watching Rocky Balboa against Ivan Drago. I conjectured he may be forming a Polar Alliance with China and Russia. As I said, crazy like a fox.

You say it’s over the top, that he is throwing out the baby with the bathwater, and America will never survive. I say America was dying anyway, what have you got to lose? Don’t talk to me about constitutional abuses, not after twelve years of Obama / Biden. Don’t ever say he is just too unorthodox, because that is exactly what we needed. At this point, it doesn’t matter if America can fix herself or not, and you needn’t count on ‘Some One’ to be the savior, unless it is the actual Savior. What matters here is that Trump flipped the script. He upended the money-changers’ tables at the Temple. He is figuratively burning down the house.

Too much? Enough with the Rocky and Jesus references? I haven’t even gotten to George Washington crossing the Delaware yet. See, I’m aware all of that imagery is probably part of the zeitgeist. I’m aware we are just conditioned to see all of these things in terms of their existentialism. Are you? Or have you finally come to the point of understanding that a Rube-Goldbergian Hydra cannot be fixed by just tinkering around the edges?

In a strange kind of way, we should all be hoping that Trump doesn’t miraculously smooth things out and whisk us into some kind of golden age with his magical Elon stardust. That would be a sure sign it was all just part of the show, a new episode in the Imaginarium. Rather, what I hope we see happening is controlled demolition, like Building 7. At the end of the day, if we were placing bets on who has the upper hand against the dire globalist vision that was engulfing the planet, my bet is now on the American people. Not the USA, but America.

I don’t care if he pisses off the Europeans, or has to hold Bibi’s hand. I don’t care if he builds a resort in Gaza, or pressures Denmark into giving up Greenland. Let him wreck the whole China shop as far as I’m concerned. Why? Because it needed wrecking. The New Order was about to enslave you for eternity in its dark vision of the future, the same way just yesterday Klaus Schwab’s robotic replacement wants to regulate your water.

Peter Brabeck-Letmathe. Are you kidding me? Look how quickly they rolled out a new Fuhrer to replace the old one. He is just as psycho as Schwab by the looks of it. What’s with that crazy eye?

Mr. Letmathe should take note of the Deep State Bingo chart, and how it has been tracking the last couple of years. He should hope he does not get a personal visit from JD Vance. One is left to wonder what it will take for Europe to finally wake up from their bad dream, in a massive populist overthrow of the Asylum they have built for themselves. What else do you call when they are simultaneously obsessed with overthrowing Russia, opposing energy, and replacing their population with immigrants?

Here is the thing, Readers: Countries do not deserve to persist just because they were here first. Systems do not get a free ticket of Perpetuity just because they wrote the original code. People -- that is you and me -- are the ultimate ‘determinators’ of what happens; with a big asterisk that it is God who builds up and tears down by design. The good or evil leaders, the wicked or righteous nations, people who either follow or oppose him; all just instruments of His will. Assyria, Babylon, Persia, Greece, Rome. Constantine, Saladin, Charlemagne, Hitler, even Francis. Even Trump. Like dominoes, rising and falling.

It has taken me a long time to come to grips with scriptural passages like 1 Peter 2:13-17. Fear God, honor the emperor. Or Romans 13, submit to authorities because they are instituted by God. I’m not calling on you to stand down, because maybe He is calling you to rise up. I am saying it is not in our hands unless He wills it. What a puzzle, right? The Christians know what I’m talking about. Being discerning of His will, what is happening as it unfolds, and having faith to place yourself in his care no matter what.

When I see all the dire warnings of the Dollar’s inevitable defeat, or the latest turbo-bug that some Bio-lab is trying to use against us, there is a strange feeling that pierces through my calm. It is like Matthew Mcconaughey’s “Alright, alright, alriiight”. It is like the two silo operators turning their keys at the same time.

I say let’s get on with it. Rip the band-aid right of that scab. Is there any other choice? What, are you just going to tiptoe through the next 50 years hoping that everything works out? Can-kicking metaphors do not begin to describe what we were headed into before Trump arrived on the scene.

Maybe he is the Final Trump. Maybe he turns out to be a Neo George Washington. Maybe he is the Antichrist. Whatever he is, things will not be the same when he is done, and that makes me wanna slap high-fives to all those who understand what I’m saying.

Bellyache all you want. He is a force of nature. You can strap yourself to the mast and shake your fist at him, or you can appreciate the intensity of it all with awe and admiration.

Man, that Barako coffee tastes fine. Wish you can enjoy it with me, Readers.

Peace be upon you in Christ,

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