A Brief Rant on the US Constitution

Americans sometimes miss the plot. A lot of them get it, but the vast majority — say, somewhere between 95-99% completely fuckin missed it.

Let me ask you something: From where do you get the Freedom of Speech?

I bet almost every single one of you said “The Constitution, of course.”

Wrong, dumbass! Its not from there at all, that’s just a piece of fucking paper. Paper has no power, its just mushed up bits of tree. The only good you can do with it is kindling. Paper means nothing.

“Oh, but the ideas were more powerful than blah blah”

Nope. Ideas aren’t powerful either. That’s more bullshit.

You can write whatever the fuck you want on piece of paper — doesn’t make it true, doesn’t give it power. Hopefully a few of the quicker ones have picked up where I’m going with this.

You got your Freedom of Speech from the red hot and fouled business end of a Long Land Pattern Brown Bess musket. The paper and the ideas behind it didn’t mean shit until someone put primer to pan and mentally prepared themselves to kill.

The only power paper — or ideas — have, is to convince people to pick up the real, genuine object of power: lethal force, and the willingness to use it.

If this wasn’t true, then you’d be able to open or conceal carry without a license in every state in the US. You’d be able to own a full on belt-fed machinegun — just like the Constitution promises. Well in most places you can’t, because paper doesn’t mean a damn thing without the gun behind it.

More then that, America just put up with a lock down of precisely the kind the fabled Constitution forbids.

Paper means nothing. Physical violence is, always has been, always will be everything.

The “supreme law of the land” isn’t the Constitution, its “Fuck you, I’m coming to take it and I’ll kill you if you try and stop me.”

That’s why I give no sympathy to the police or anyone in government. Fuck ’em.

There isn’t a single law that isn’t backed up by a gun to your head, and the police are the ones who will be holding that gun. They aren’t your friends, they aren’t there to protect you, they aren’t there to serve you. They are there to use violence to enforce the rules the elites have made, that’s it.

That’s why freedom isn’t in the Constitution, freedom isn’t something that can be written down or ever guaranteed.

Freedom isn’t “shall not be infringed”, it’s “No, fuck you, come and take it or die trying.” Anything else is submission to the King.

Why is my “Intergenerational Trauma” not as valid as yours?

On my father side alone, before they immigrated to Canada from England…

My great grandpa served in WW1 driving an ambulance from the front lines to the medical stations in the rear. We’ll never know the horrors that he had seen from bullets, shrapnel, chemical gases. How many people died in his ambulance. How many people were forever maimed that he loaded in.

My grandpa, who I did know when I was young, served the entire length at the front lines in WW2. He fought real, actual Nazi’s. I’ve seen pictures of him, clearly strong and very muscular holding a Bren gun. I know he was a machinegunner, but actually few of the details are known by anyone. He came back from the War “totally changed” according to Nana. He had a chest full of all sorts of medals, but rarely if ever shared stories about how he got them. I know that he lived only by the barest of chances. He was injured and in the hospital just outside of Tobruk, before the offensive and couldn’t take part. An artillery shell landed a few feet from his head and turned out to be a dud — and for that tiny chance, my father and I exist. All his friends and most the entirety of his unit died in that attack. Still, he didn’t go home until the War was over.

Lets go a little further back, just in case two generations of true horror isn’t enough — we’re actually Irish! As if the Irish have ever had a easy time of anything! From English invasions, Cromwell, the famine, indentured servitude, Barbary Pirates, oh you name it the Irish had taken their licks. We weren’t “posh” folks, but your down in the dirt and grime working class. Grandpa left England to start his family in Canada precisely to escape class restrictions that would have put his children, my father, into a low class lifestyle. This wasn’t all that long ago, was it?

So why exactly does the fact that some black people have slavery in their past matter, but the horrors that incurred in the past to almost every generation or every people from everywhere on Earth not matter?

The answer is because none of it really matters. The trajectory of black families in the early 20th century is not the trajectory they are on today, and that change didn’t start to happen until around the 60’s, and that’s why black communities are the way they are today — socialist policies hostile to families, and zero to do with a history full of unpleasantness, because almost everyone has that.