by Shelt Garner
Even if I’m wrong and we somehow manage to escape a Certification Crisis in the general 2024 – 2025 timeframe, there are some structural problems within the politics of the United States that give me pause for thought.
But I do think there is going to come a point where I’m going to face my own, personal choice. Either fat fuck President Mike Pompeo actively begins to drag the United States into a Russian style autocracy and I have to worry about ICE killing me in cold blood, or I become a domestic political refugee as part of a Second American Civil War.
Let’s go through these two choices.
The thing about this eventuality is initially nothing will change. It will only be gradually that there will be a shift such that loudmouth kooks like me who, to date, have had the luxury living in a Western democracy will realize that we’re fucked. What I mean is — once the autocracy comes, it could be a few years before it becomes clear that if I get drunk and rant about what a fat fuck President Pompeo is I risk getting rounded up and sent to a camp.
I’ve already decided that I’m ready to take this poney all the way down. I’m never going to shut up about how much I hate the fucking MAGA New Right, even if it means risking my life. Fuck that. I’m ready to accept my date, whatever it might be. Then my Traditionalists relatives, who only have one red line — me — are going to have to figure out how to deal with consequences of their being complicit to the rise of fascism in the United States.
If a Second American Civil War happens, I’m heading north. I’m kind of a Blue speck in a sea of Red in my portion of Virginia. So, it seems like going north makes the most sense. But I would only head north if there was some sort of infrastructure for domestic political refugees already existed. My ultimate goal would be to get to NYC and see what happened.
Anyway, hopefully I won’t have to worry about any of that. Hopefully my “hysterical doom shit” is just that.