Raise your hand, everybody who thinks Oleg Volk is a defeatist shill for the CSGV.
OK, kids, there’s a BD release of Red Dawn, the original, on the big screen in the media room. Road House is laying on top of the player, too. Swaze double feature. Doris will be serving popcorn with Jack & Coke. Have fun!
OK, Millicent, you may bring in the cigars and cognac, please…. Thank you. You may retire for the evening.
Time for grown up talk. Mr. Volk, you have the floor.
[Mr. Volk details the problems of insurgents fighting regulars, then concludes:]
I am a great fan of rifle marksmanship. But we shouldn’t overestimate its value in warfare. Unsupported by regular troops, most snipers die quickly. Most hunters may be marksmen, but they aren’t even snipers — that skill set goes far beyond the basics of fieldcraft and marksmanship required to bring down deer.
For that reason, the reliance on armed response indicates a loss for the side forced to fight as insurgents. The kind of expedients required for a successful guerrilla campaign tend to warp all participants out of recognition as the “forces of good”. So our best bet is political proselytizing and raising the next generation to love freedom, and to respect the freedoms of others. The opium pipe dreams of the “restoration of the Republic” through another revolution are best left for those who don’t much value a connection to reality.
That was sobering, yes. Another round of cognac?
This is why I will be voting for Romney. I’ve even volunteered as a poll worker.
Not because I think Romney, or any of the current crop of politicians, or any politician ever, can remotely save us.
But because we can use him to buy a little time, in order to raise “the next generation to love freedom, and to respect the freedoms of others”
I’ve heard the argument that real Americans, real libertarians, would actually vote for Obama, in order to bring the abscess to a head.
The American people are not ready for a large scale, take-back-the-government revolution. I pray they never will be, because I don’t think you can predict the outcome of such a catastrophe. And see again Volk’s dire warning: “The kind of expedients required for a successful guerrilla campaign tend to warp all participants out of recognition as the ‘forces of good’.”
We cannot arm ourselves and train ourselves sufficiently to even attempt such a thing, not this late in the game. We do not have the time or resources to do that.
All we can do is fight the usurpers one bad police raid at a time, even if we die doing it. If you don’t die on the spot, you turn yourself in and take responsibility for your actions.
Build local militias for mutual self defense. See to it that the next generation of SWAT teams and soldiers know, by their raising, what they will face if they attack their fellow citizens.
Key word there: “defense.” We will lose a revolution. The First American Revolution succeeded in part because the British were dangling at the end of a very tenuous supply chain. The Second American Revolution, aka The Civil War, War Between the States, or The War of Northern Aggression, whatever, failed, horrifically, because it was fought on our own home soil. Anybody who thinks that the American military machine wouldn’t be able to squash a similar rebellion now, quickly and overwhelmingly, is fooling themselves, because the American military is all over the place, with multiple supply lines and instant communication via multiple channels.
We cannot win a revolution. The most we can hope to do is make tyranny too expensive.
The Romney election is but the merest, thinnest sapling to grab hold of as we slide down the cliff into tyranny. But at this point, I’ll take anything I can get, and it might be just what we need to get firmer footing.
There’s a lot of talk of preference cascades these days. We’re not just seeing the one building against Obama. It’s building against the whole Democrat/progressive/socialist/statist schema. I believe the American people are waking up, getting their bearings, hearing the lies for what they are. The columns of the State are but foam stage props; the bright lights bring out the flop sweat, the popcorn of hope is stale, and the soda pop of change has gone flat.
And the stink of rotting donkey and elephant dung pervades.
Change wind arisin’. But please that it doesn’t fan the flames of revolution.
I’m too old for that.
…And now I think we’re just in time to catch Road House.
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