A clear choice, America
Maximum rage spread within the globalist pack after Donald Trump's 2018 categorical statement:
"I am a nationalist."
Now, in 2024, Americans have again a chance to make a clear choice, without induced shame, with the fog of confusions, built with demonic fierceness since the end of the Second World War, largely dissipated.
You have to choose between
The camp of systematic lies, conditioning the human being to the point of erasing the very notion of freedom, following a constantly adapted but never abandoned program.
The collectivist-communitarian camp, tribal, anti-Christian (in countries born Christian!), endlessly reformist at any cost, inventors of political correctness as a form of self-censorship and permanent repression, eternally modifiable to incriminate, grind, and subjugate you.
The camp of the single world state as a shield to defend democracy, of course, a democracy shockingly humiliated through repeated referendums and directed elections until the desired result is achieved, or through grotesquely boycotted referendums and stolen elections to prevent correcting absurdities.
The camp of rules for every trifle, defying common sense, defying citizen dignity, a citizen over whom the monstrous bureaucratic-repressive-academic-media imposture and greed looms as a daily threat.
The camp of bankers.
The camp of all kind of occult associations, always accusing others of conspiracies. The camp who encourages openness to all kinds of new “religions”, from sexual deviance and climate change cults to AI operated and genetic manipulation dystopias, as long as they don’t involve the true faith in God and His Son.
The camp of the tolerant of anything evil and of draconian repression against anything decent. The camp of deviations of any kind, presented as normality or even progress.
OR
The camp of the normal ones. With their sins. With mistakes, ambitions, conflicts, interests, shortcomings, and peaks, excesses, exceptions, harmonies, and dissonances, falls and remorse, extreme experiences, and sublime ones, experienced individually, often chaotically, not on command, not en masse for the masses.
The camp of the imperfect but aware of it. Those who do not want their imperfection to become the absolute mold in which all others must be cast.
The camp of those who understand that responsibility brings more sacrifice than advantage.
The camp of those who cherish what is theirs, precisely because it is theirs and not everyone's. And they are willing to defend what is theirs.
A simple choice, in my opinion, between a castrated humanity, led by the nose, a collection of disposable "human resources," and a living humanity.
Nations resemble people, organisms with pluses and minuses, growths and regressions, even the possibility of disappearance, of one or the other, of one nation or another, on the horizon.
The global state? An early coffin for all nations, guilty or not, with a future or sclerotic, dynamic or contemplative. Because others have decided so for them.
The nation state? A house we have to build and repair and defend, again and again. A house to live in and a place to call yours. It’s neither cheap, nor risk free. It is what YOU make of it, not what others have decided. The only place where a complicated, never boring, painfully beautiful lifestyle called freedom has a chance to exist.