The Stakes

 

We cheated fair and square, so shut up, sit down, and get over it. This seems to be the growing sentiment by many on both sides, including paragons of virtue such as Pierre Delecto, otherwise known as Mitt Romney, who never misses an opportunity to prove that being a backstabbing weasel is hereditary. If you don’t know the history of the Romney family, well, mayhap you should look into it before sanctimoniously declaring that if only we’d had a president with the demeanor of Mitt, we’d have gotten a lot more done, but I digress. Perhaps it’s because I’ve had to deal with betrayal in my life that I find the likes of Mitt Romney so off-putting, but this isn’t about that; this is about something bigger.

I’ve been mulling this entire drama over for the past few weeks, as surely everyone else has. Because everything that was done was so amateurish, because there seems to have been no illuminated brain trust planning the rigging of the presidential elections, I think the directive was simply to make sure every pion does their level best to tip the scales in one direction. Some took it too far, and it became apparent, but that’s beside the point. The entire thing was too haphazard to be organized in a central location, but what the power brokers giving the directives never figured into the equation were the stakes of this particular gambit.

You’d have to be naïve to think that this was the first time this has been attempted. It’s just the first time it was so egregious that even the normies couldn’t ignore it.

One need look no further than the state I currently reside in to see that it’s a well-worn playbook they used. In 2018, Scott Walker lost the Wisconsin gubernatorial election due to a 40,000 ballot dump in the middle of the night, you guessed it, in the same county, 130,000 votes for Senior Dementia magically appeared, also in the dead of night.

Even back then, when it was obvious, people shrugged their shoulders and decided they would keep their powder dry and live to fight another day. This time around, the stakes are much bigger than who’s the governor of Wisconsin, Michigan, Georgia, Pennsylvania, or a handful of other states where shenanigans are baked into the cake. The stakes are no less than whether this nation continues as the constitutional republic it was founded as or becomes some grotesque imitation of a failed ideology known as Marxism. The stakes are whether lesser men will rule you, your children, and your grandchildren and whether freedom will be but a memory, something whispered and spoken of fondly, as something that once was.

So pardon me, Beth Moore, and every other pretend prophet exploiting lonely middle-aged women, but your hatred for a man has blinded you to where this train is headed. Or, perhaps it hasn’t blinded you at all, and you just think you’ll be in the dining car as it chugs along towards the cliff.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.