When I was a kid my dad used to watch cartoons with me, he loved them as much as I did. Our favorite was Bugs Bunny. My dad loved him because he was a winner. No one ever got to Bugs, he was cool, calm, witty, and always came out on top.
I remember my dad was constantly grumbling under his breath about everything when I was a kid, things that I now find myself quietly grumbling about. Such as how everything is too loud, especially the TV and it’s “mind-numbing drivel,” as my dad would say. Everything on TV was too loud, too dark, too tawdry, too politicized, too everything. I thought my dad was cranky, turns out he was just red pilled. And now I am both cranky and red pilled myself, so basically I’m my dad with hair.
But he liked Bugs Bunny. It was light-hearted entertainment without an agenda. And Bugs was an example of being a winner, which I could tell was important to my dad. He was frustrated with some of these other characters for never getting it right. Don’t even get him started on Andy Panda. Guy was a total LOSER. You know it. I know it. And, pretty much, the whole world knows it.
Sad.
When you’re a kid, you look up to your parents and you want to align with them and emulate them. You want to make them proud. You root for the team your dad roots for, because you just do. We were team Bugs. I knew it made my dad happy that I loved Bugs Bunny, so I think even if I didn’t actually like it, I would have liked it. Does that makes sense? Bugs was our thing, my dad and I. Until one day.
It’s funny the things you remember and how the perspective of a child can turn something tiny into a pivotal life moment. I’ll never forget the day my dad turned on our favorite rabbit.
I can’t remember the context of the episode, but I can clearly hear Bugs’ Flatbush accent while munching on a carrot, “Weeyyll, (*crunch* *smack, smack, smack*) if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
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This one utterance instantly created a dark cloud over our once bright, sugary-cereal morning. Things took a left toin at Albakoikie. My dad was pissed. And he wanted to make sure I knew why that sentence was something my little developing brain needed to reject immediately.
The idea that if your adversaries are stronger than you are it’s better to join their side was absolute blasphemy to my dad. And now that I’m an adult, I know exactly why he ruined Saturday morning cartoons over it. Instead of Lucky Charms, I got a lecture on the importance of never giving up or backing down. When I was little I felt like having 2 parents who were staunchly principled was a nuisance, now I know it was the best thing to happen to me.
“If you can’t beat them, join them” is a dangerous notion that stands for nothing. It’s the the antithesis of Ronald Reagan’s message in one of the greatest speeches of all time “A Time For Choosing.”
“Let’s set the record straight. There is no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there is only one guaranteed way you can have peace–and you can have it in the next second–surrender. Admittedly there is a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson in history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement”
I hope we’re all clear on what the stakes are at this point. We are’t fighting for anything short of our freedom. The opponent we are up against wants to make us slaves. They want to keep us ignorant, sick, fat, dependent on them. They don’t care if we live or die. And this sentiment extends to our children and grandchildren, so we better fight with every breath in our body. No excuses.
One of the most uplifting observations I’ve made in the last 4 years is that after people wake up, nobody is going back to sleep. The Great Awakening only moves in one direction; our direction. That means that we WILL win, even if nothing else happens. That’s very encouraging. But the thing that can be discouraging is that people are still a little lazy and pessimistic. I get it, I do. But we can never let that stop us from doing everything we can to stand up. Because there is no “joining them” really. Only death and slavery.
This is why I’m harsh on anyone giving up and saying they won’t even vote. I picture each of them standing there like a petulant child with their arms folded, “What’s the use? Harrumph”
The use is that you’re using an opportunity to stand up instead of handing your vote to the side of evil. If you can’t even bother yourself to do that, I don’t know what to say to you. You’re a pussy.
My advice to you is to listen to this video of the RR speech I quoted above. If it doesn’t bring tears to your eyes and get your patriotic juices flowing, you might be dead already. Which means you’ll still be voting, only it will be for the Democrats.
What a "waskowy wabit" you are Kate! Love your writing! I am like your father in this tale. Probably older than him though. But I have always struggled with trying to "fight the fight" for my family while at the same time being an encouragement to my 3 kids. My wife and I are always trying to "awaken" our 3 kids and their spouses and our 10 grandkids . . . without killing their "will to live"! It is sometimes a struggle, but we are praying that God will awaken them (politically) in His own way and time. Bugs is a good model, but God will be needed here! :o) Phil ~
Well written… and well said!
In addition to not giving yourself enough credit as a writer, you probably don’t understand how much of a leader you are. You were one of the early ones to hit the front lines. To lead the charge. And as new recruits joined the ranks, full of ambition (in addition to piss and vinegar) — but also loads of questions — you set a tone and gave them a direction so they could sling their digital rifle over their shoulder and get in the fight. You helped train up the next generation who could — when the time was right — show the way to those around them. Never out of the fight!
-HereComesDaBQQM