Friday, January 20, 2017

On the Rise of the God-Emperor

Pardon me. I've been busy.

I did manage to catch a glimpse of the God-Emperor finally claiming the throne that is rightfully his, while the cultists of Chaos wailed and gnashed their teeth, screaming bloody murder as realization collectively dawned on them.

Yes, they lost.

Yes, they really, really lost.

Yes, they lost not just to *him*, but to *them*. Those hated millions - the White and Unashamed, the Unchained Blacks, the Patriotic Hispanics, the Unabashedly Christian. All the filth who were supposed to have been tossed into the dustbin of history, and who they were counting on lording over for another 4-to-8 years.

No, riots wouldn't change a thing. No, protest marches wouldn't change a thing. And no, their rage hasn't revealed any willingness on the part of Trump to pacify them. The man just told a 'civil rights icon' to go fuck himself, and blasphemy - my kind of blasphemy - is on the ascent.

I think the part I'm looking forward to the most is the loss of jobs. And I mean, specifically, among left-leaning federal workers, on would-be political operatives who signed on with NeverTrump, and hopefully very many public university employees, particularly in the diversity bureaucracy.

If this comes to pass, and reality starts to slowly sink in for these assorted leftists who now face unemployment owing to the federal spigot no longer flowing so freely, I'll be there with a simple message.


May they find as much solace in the unemployment office as the right-wing underclass did.