Going John Galt

I’ve been delighted to see some activity on the Net from people who are interested in taking a more proactive approach to the Obamageddon situation. Rather than just sit around passively and wait for people to come to their senses, something I’ve discovered never happens, they are talking up means of choking off the lifeblood of Leftist ideology, stolen money.

To that end, they’ve suggested “Going John Galt”. John Galt being the main, but rarely seen hero of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged who breaks the back of an oppresive socialist government by convincing the productive people of the world to stop producing.

There are three flavors of “Going John Galt” that I’ve heard of so far:

1. The John Galt-Intentionally reducing one’s income so as to fall to a lower tax bracket and thus reduce tax revenue to the government.
2. The John Galt in Place or Static John Galt-If one can’t reduce one’s income and survive, then steps are taken to ensure that income remains static. That way a person remains in the same tax bracket and produces no additional taxable income thereby reducing tax revenue to the government.
3. The Reverse John Galt-Those who can live off of the coming government benefits stop producing altogether and make themselves an additional burden to the social welfare system, thus draining revenue that would be sucked up by the Exploiters and Moochers of the Left, and thus hastening the collapse of the untenable system.

These are just three ways we can revolt against what’s coming. I’m sure you can think of more. The gist is, do everything you can to choke off renenue to the government and everything you can to increase expenditures.

Let Atlas Shrug

I’m sure many of you feel a vague sense of unease about how Obamageddon will proceed. Relax, that vague sense will soon turn into a stomach-wrenching and very specific dread. If you really want to get a feeling for what the Obamanoids socialist Nirvana will be like to live in, reread Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. If you’ve never read it, slap yourself in the face and get busy correcting the oversight.

I know. I know. You’ve got a thousand excuses. All of them lame. “But it’s 1000+ pages of small print! I just don’t have that much time!” you say. Nonsense, there’ll be plenty of time while you’re unemployed. “But I don’t like to read!” you protest. You better learn to like it. Chances are it’ll be all the entertainment that those outside of Barack’s Aristocracy of Pull can afford. “But it’s hard!” you complain. So is starvation and being a foreigner in your own land. “I tried to read it once, but people who saw me said mean things!” you whine. Suck it up you whiny bitch and be a man (or alpha woman).

Afterward, you’ll know what to expect and will know Directive 10-289 when you see it.

Where to Start?

Well friends, it’s here. Like you, I had hoped America could dodge this bullet one more time but, alas, it was not to be. Instead, the bullet has struck Uncle Sam at high velocity directly in the center of his forehead. The hysterical, irrational cheering of the assassin’s supporters will probably drown out the thud as the nation’s body hits the ground.

I didn’t blog for a while because I needed to know how this election would turn out in order to know what needed to be said. After that, I didn’t blog because I was too sick to my stomach to do it. After that, the most significant reason of all. I just didn’t know where to start.

I didn’t know where to start not because of a lack of things to say. Rather, I was stumped by the plethora of things that needed to be said and all needing to be said first. My indecision censored me more effectively than Obamafascism ever will. So I decided to follow some old advice I got so long ago I’ve forgotten the source or the exact words, but to paraphrase: If life gives you more than you think you can chew, stick your fork in somewhere and start chewing.

The current Messiah and future Pariah’s election is a swift kick in the crotch of the nation. By the time the gullible realize what they haved done, it will be too late. The One will have 2 or 3 years left on what we all hope will be his single term. Yes, things will get worse before they get better. That was a foregone conclusion anyway. But now, things will be much, much worse before they get better in a much more distant future.

There is one Pollyannaish high point though. I’ve often felt adrift and without a overarching purpose in life. Not because there weren’t lofty goals and worthy battles to be fought, far from it. It just always seemed that the loftiest goals and worthiest battles had all been fought and won. B. Hussein Obama gives real Americans just one gift. The gift of a worthy cause. If The Pariah accomplishes even a tiny fraction of his agenda we will have a multitude of fresh villainies to struggle against, along with all the old ones he will gleefully and ignorantly bring back.

Don’t submit. Don’t succumb to despair. Don’t go quietly into that good night. The Pariah’s mind is poisoned with toxic ideology. He is too arrogant and self-absorbed to see it coming. Be vigilant for every bit of exposed vulnerable flesh in his hide, then latch on like a rabid Pit Bull and never, never let go.

For those of you that love this country. For those of you that love and admire its founding principles. For those that adore this child of the Enlightenment. Where to start? Anywhere you can find an opening.

I swear by my life and my love of it that Der Obamaführer will not prevail.

Racist Codes

Always remember, saying, “That’s code for racism,” is code for reverse racism.