Will you dare being laughed at?
I am not asking you to storm Omaha Beach. I am not asking you to spend your Christmas in a fetid French trench. I am asking you to tolerate being laughed at by a few midwits.
That’s it.
If we do that,
And we do that strong,
Then in our own lives, freedom perseveres.
Somehow, our era has convinced anyone younger than 95 that getting laughed at is a death sentence.
96 is about the age of the guys who stormed Omaha Beach in their late teens, or who were at Guadalcanal — those guys are actually 98 or older.
Most of them are gone.
Those were neat guys.
You got the feeling that laughing at them didn’t mean much to them.
Absent the crucible of such a gruesome slaughter, I wonder how we can have the same stock of heroes in this era?
Maybe we can just agree that daily life will be lived that way — more like the 95-year-olds, unafraid of being laughed at.
The truth is, we may never see that kind of slaughter. A slaughter like that is so last century. A war like that is so hard to ignore.
On the other hand, hypnotizing a population and overcoming them achieves far more than a kinetic war and with far less risk. The free man has enemies that realize that.
That is the type of war we are in the midst of — a psychological war.
What is needed of you right now is to stand firm on your values, no matter what that costs you. That is the only way out of this mess — to raise a standard for the clear-thinking in society to rally around.
If you need ammunition in this psychological war, I have that for you — Face Masks Hurt Kids. It is easy to skim, easy to reference, and full of hard hitting facts.
That’s fine ammunition, AND what you need most is bravery — bravery to be able to stand for your values, bravery to be able to stand for the truth, and to be able to do so undeterred, no matter who laughs at you.
This moment needs that of you, dear warrior.
Allan Stevo