Thread by @RobbersonJon

A word on unity. As many of you know I do not believe in unity at all costs. That is the weak link in the civic nationalist mindset and it serves as a convenient disguise for those afraid to stand by, or those financially incentivized to ignore their convictions.

Perhaps ironically and certainly conversely, those who know me personally find my stance on national unity antithetical to who I am as a person. I have no doubt, that like many of you, I am almost ridiculously generous and always want everyone to feel comfortable.

The problem with that personal sentiment being allowed to take hold of us at this time is that too large a sect of people in this country want to destroy the country itself.

Imagine a beaten, bedraggled homeless mom on your front porch.

Every fiber of who you are, every bit of your empathy, something you treasure, one of the things that makes you feel good about yourself; every iota of the ‘good you’ wants to help this person. A person so obviously and even Biblically in need that you start thinking about

the parable of the Good Samaritan.

Here’s the rub. Your kids are asleep in their bedroom and you know in your heart of hearts that this person means you harm.

Pitifully they ask you for something to eat. But you notice a heavy, cloistering odor of gasoline.

“Please, I’ve got kids down the street. Could you maybe make me two sandwiches? I won’t even take one. Just something for my kids”

Your heart is breaking you want to help this lady who seems so sincere. But almost...too sincere.

And there’s that smell. Not hard liquor. Gas.

You hear sirens and the air horn of fire trucks and they sound close.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask referring to a shipping bag that the homeless lady seems to be awkwardly standing in front of, pushing it into the shadows with her leg.

Now the sirens are really close.

“Could I please come in for a minute.?Could you spare just a little something to eat? For my kids?”

Then in a horrifying split second it all becomes clear:as the house across the street explodes in flames you can clearly see into the shopping bag. It contains a 5 gallon gas can!

This lady is a firebug! This is no regular, hungry homeless lady. This crazy creature set your neighbor across the street’s house on fire! And she wants to enter your home with a can of gas. You slam the door.

Admittedly a stupid story.

But I use it to illustrate how serious the present situation is in America.

The militant left will never be satisfied with any political or cultural concessions.

We have a 70 year track record of three generations trying to reach political compromise with the hard left.

It never works.

The only thing that those compromises accomplished is an obvious trail that has led this country further and further from God. Further and further from personal responsibility. Further and further from the honorable people we once were.

So if unity means killing babies then I declare war.

If unity means open borders, I declare war.

If unity means throwing the Ten Commandments out of the courthouse to be replaced a statue of Baphomet, then in the mighty name of Jesus, I declare war!

If unity means my home and my town are politicized into the killing streets of Chicago, and we , as a unified people, cannot defend our families or ourselves, then let I declare war.

If unity means choosing between the crazy leftist, the socialist and the communist, let us stand boldly and eschew the godless sins that the left so worships.

Let us pray God for peace.

Let us boldly prepare our hearts and homes for trouble .

Because as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

As for me and my house we will say the Pledge of Allegiance.

As for me and my family we will defend our right to keep and bear arms.

As for me and this Christian Church we will humbly but boldly make America great again