On the last night of my recent road trip, I woke up in my hotel room in downtown Las Vegas with the brilliant light of the neighboring hotel's building length screen projector flashing onto the wall of my dark room. It was still hours before sunrise. I finally got the Internet in the hotel to work---I'd spent the night without wifi for the first time at hotel in many years---and when it was nearing sunrise I started packing up to leave. I drank the coffee drink and pastry I'd bought at the 7-Eleven nearby the night before.
There is no point in hanging around a hotel room in a casino. It is designed like a monastic cell to make you feel deprived, so you will go down on the casino floor and spend money. But the room was cheap, and was clean.
On the way out of town I decided to drive down Las Vegas Boulevard to the Strip. In the early morning hours I was one of the few people out driving. It was still a challenge to drive it, as much of the street is being torn up and re-engineered. On the way through downtown I passed the federal courthouse. I said a prayer for the people of Nevada, that justice be done in this election, and future elections. We have all put up with way too much for way too long.
In Henderson, which is on the south edge of the metropolis, I found a park with a small trail that allowed a view over the city. I took a business call in the parking lot, then when it was over, I walked up the trail and looked back at the city. I could see the Trump International. It made me happy to see it. The buildings of the Strip look so small when you see them from that angle. Such a tiny little world. I find the pleasures of the Strip to be so uninteresting, yet I remain fascinated by it as exhibition of the human experience that is unique.
Then I drove the rest of the way back to Phoenix over the rest of the day. I decided to cut down through the tip of Nevada and into California, through the Mojave Desert, as I've done in the past. I forgot that the two-lane south of Needles to Blythe, although very scenic, is used heavily by truck traffic. It took the fun out of the drive. By mid-day it is jammed with traffic. It is best experienced early in the morning, when traffic is light.
Finally I crossed the Colorado into Arizona, and zigzagged down to I-10, and found myself on the edge of Phoenix by sunset.
As I drove, it kept occurring to me whether I was taking the Last Drive of Freedom---the last time I could go out on a road trip like this and believe I was in a free country. If the malfeasant traitors are able to steal an election on this scale, with foreign influence, then I certainly can't believe we live in the same Free America. We will have to win it back. It require great effort and struggle.
Without that victory, I think the whole point of my long history of touring the nation during the Presidential election cycles, to experience the "out there" of America in its purest, rawest form, is pointless. I have doing this since 1984 in some form or another (1972 if you count trips taken with my grandparents). But if we don't win this war---which I believe we will---then this is the last time it will be relevant.
Why did I go on this trip---because I can. Because I have liberty. Because this is still America for the moment. But the moment may be passing, unless we are victorious.
At least I feel some liberation in this. For many years I've mourned the loss of fellowship of previous friends and family because they cannot abide my political views. I no longer mourn this, which itself is sad. I used to simply pity them, and see them as deluded. Now I see them as traitors. We have to the point where we are both disgusted with each other views, and think the other side represents evil. I have no interest in talking to people who defend evil, who get their views from the traitorous source in the media. I don't give one whit about their outrage or their mush-brain opinions. I have no problem expressing my open rank disgust about them at this point, when in the past I was willing to listen to their point of view, to find some common ground. There can be no common ground. Either you are for the continuation of the American Republic under rule of law, or you are not. They will now receive only my rebuke, and unlike the rebukes they have given me, mine will be a righteous rebuke, and they will know it when they hear it, because we all have the ability to recognize the truth, even as they deny the existence of such a thing as the Truth.
They will all regret their opinions someday, because the fruits of evil are nothing. They will get nothing they want. All they care about is that their opponents are destroyed, which is what the evil side has promised them. They will not get that, for we will fight on no matter, and they do not the meaning of the the word "fight" even as they playacted a resistance over the last four years. They will know what a real resistance means, if it comes to that. When they finally see how much they were conned by evil, I don't care about triumphal "I told you so." I was conned as well, for so long. But I have no sympathy until they see the light, and come to that realization. I wish more of them had escaped the clutches of evil influence along the way, but so be it.
They can dish it out, but they can't take it, the rebukes. They crumble when confronted by any real opposition. They lose their minds. This is because they are weak. They are unrighteous and they know it. They base their beliefs on words without meaning that make them feel good, because it gives them esteem among people they know who are also caught in the web of lies. They congratulate each other for their fidelity to their lies.
What am I hoping for at this point? I am hoping that we will soon see enough evidence that brings all of the crime together, and lets people understand what truly happened. Perhaps that will break the spell of evil over the people I have loved, and we can all pick up the pieces, and go forth in an America refilled with the concept of Freedom, and we will cherish it as a nation, jealously guarding it as a gift from our Creator, as we once did.
As I've said in other posts, hopefully this war---this real war---will be over soon. The only way for that to happen is if we win. Otherwise it may be a very long war.
I don't give one iota what the other side thinks of me, or of us. Not one iota. That America remain free---and not a nation subject to the slavery of a criminal cabal working foreign powers to subjugate us---is more important to me than any relationship. It is more important to me than my own life.
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