The Left could have let us rest for a year. They could have celebrated defeating their nightmare bogeyman with their mindless zombie and his token minority “second,” and controlling all three tiers of government. They could have mocked and maligned us on television, film, and social media all night long, and we wouldn’t have cared less. We wouldn’t have whined and whimpered like they did for four years. We would have gone about our richer lives, attended to our family, friends, and faith, then, after a year, looked into replacing the Democratic Marxist rabble and their Republican enablers with real conservative candidates who would resume making America great again. I would have focused almost entirely on the culture war, in prose and fiction, trying to strengthen our side. But they couldn’t do it. Their Silicon Valley overlords just had to come after us all at once, attacking our lines of communication — Twitter, Facebook, Google — which they control, and Parler, which they don’t. So, to quote Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) in the otherwise godawful The Godfather, Part III, “Just when I thought I was out — they pull me back in.”
