@ScotchNot@ChicagoContrar1@ChicagosMayor âWeâ didnât vote for any Democrat, but the gerrymander is in, and most of red Illinoisâs vote doesnât matter.
Another ignorant line of garbage from this worthless governor. The Federal government isnt' responsible for this stuff. As he said, that is a state issue. IL can't afford it because you wasted all our taxpayer money on illegals and padding the pockets of corrupt Chicago groups and politicians. Read a book on how the US government is supposed to operate. Fucking potato.
Mayor Brandon Johnson is asked if he considered rescheduling this anti-ICE stunt considering an illegal had brutally killed Sheridan Gorman in Chicago just last week.
He said no, her murder âis not going to deter us from our work, in fact, itâs going to challenge us all to double down on our effortsâ to defend illegals.
Unbelievable. Johnson found a way to make this even worse.
@catvielma@fly2ohare What is not being factored in to these reports is that it is spring break at Ohare. It is ALWAYS a shitshow. It looks like that every year.
GULLIVER WAKES UP
Watching the UN emergency meeting yesterdayâas well as various world leaders like Starmer stepping up to their podiums and microphonesâreminded me of Jonathan Swiftâs Gulliverâs Travels.
America has been cosplaying as the worldâs polite giant for decadesâpolitely allowing a swarm of pint-sized parasites to tie us down with dental floss while they lecture us on âresponsibilityâ and âshared values.â
We donât need NATO.
We donât need the UN.
And the mask is slipping: the Lilliputians are starting to sweat.
In âA Voyage to Lilliputâ (1726), shipwrecked Lemuel Gulliver wakes up pinned to the beach by an army of six-inch egomaniacs.
Theyâve lashed him with thousands of threads, pegs, and stakes thinner than shoelaces.
Then they strut: issuing proclamations, demanding tribute, conscripting him into their ridiculous egg-cracking civil war, treating the colossus like a rented mule.
Gulliverâbig-hearted foolâplays along at first. He doesnât want to accidentally squash the little tyrants. He even drags their navy across the water like bath toys.
But the âbondsâ are laughable. One good shrug and theyâre confetti. Gulliverâs captivity was never physical; it was consensual masochism.
When he finally gets bored of the charade, he stands up, snaps the strings like birthday streamers, and strolls off.
The Lilliputiansâ empire of the absurd collapses in seconds.
Sound familiar?
Gulliver = America: the lone superpower that could end any conventional war in weeks, whose economy could buy and sell continents, whose tech sets the global pace. We could walk away tomorrow and the world would still run on dollars, Hollywood, and iPhones.
The Lilliputians = Everyone else:
NATO freeloaders who spend 1.2% on defense while we hit 3.5% and play global cop;
UN diplomats in Turtle Bay who veto our moves, shield tyrants, and spend our money on âclimate equityâ junkets;
European allies who virtue-signal about multilateralism while begging for our bases and our blank checks.
Theyâve tied us with âconsultationsâ that paralyze action, â2% pledgesâ treated like polite suggestions, endless guilt trips about âalliance unity,â and bureaucratic quicksand designed to make unilateral moves politically radioactive.
Weâve submittedâpost-WWII habit, Cold War inertia, out of fear of looking like the bully.
So weâve hauled their fleets, rebuilt their economies, and let them ride shotgun on our wallet.
But the giantâs eyes are opening.
Why subsidize Europeâs welfare-state militaries? Why fund a UN that hosts anti-American circuses? Why let Brussels dictate our foreign policy?
The threads are fraying because weâre noticing theyâre made of nothing but hot air and bad faith.
The Lilliputians feel the tremor. Panic ripples through NATO summits and Security Council chambers.
Theyâre frantically weaving new stringsâclimate treaties with penalties, ârules-based orderâ sermons, more âalliedâ demands masked as solidarity.
But Gulliverâs patience is gone.
One yawn, one stretch, and the illusion shatters.
Swift wrote satire to expose pretension and powerâs absurdities.
Today itâs prophecy:
Americaâs voluntary self-shackling is over. Time to stand up, brush off the pygmies, and remind the world who actually carries the weight.
Gulliver has had enough.