On Christmas Eve 1961, Juana Diaz Figueroa spat in the face of the Castroite executioners who were binding and gagging her. They’d found her guilty of feeding and hiding “bandits.” (Castro and Che’s term for Cuban peasants who took up arms to fight their theft of their land to create Stalinist kolkhozes.) Farm collectivization was no more voluntary in Cuba than in the Ukraine. And Cuba’s kulaks had guns–at first anyway. Then the Kennedy-Khrushchev pact left them defenseless against Soviet tanks, helicopters and flame-throwers. When the blast from Castro’s firing squad demolished Juana Diaz’ face and torso, she was six months pregnant.
Consider starting a list of the Castroites in your own neighborhood: those who will freely point you out as "bandits" when the trouble starts. And, if you think that the recent election has thwarted the potential for trouble, you're painfully naive. Twenty days remain until the Electoral College makes it official. Fifty-two days until inauguration. Don't discount the teeth-gnashing and hair-afire wailing currently in abundance, everywhere you look. The ratchet of totalitarianism was so close to clicking past the point of no return, given the presumed ascendance of St. Cankles, that the collectivists could taste the victory. It would be just plain idiotic for Freefor to rest easy.
And even if we make it to Jan. 20th without widespread civil unrest, the world's economy is an inverted city of Atlantis balancing precariously on the head of a pin. What cannot continue, will...not...continue. There is at least going to be a correction. And it almost certainly ain't gonna be pleasant.
Worth repeating from the above clip, "And Cuba's kulaks had guns-at first anyway."
Also, regarding that list of local Castroites, they need not be sporting Che tee-shirts or flying a Cuban flag in memorandum; it could be someone who just invokes obscure endorsements of Fidel's US sycophants, like Carter and Rather and Matt Damon and so many more. Could it even be the pastor or a deacon of your church? If so, stand prepared to call him out on that bullshit.
Beans, bullets, and band-aids, friends.