"you are my comrade in arms. Our opponents are leftists. Conservative are too genteel. You are warriors and warriors can not get tired." -- Fallaci

“There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men.” - Edmund Burke.

Before reading any further, if you haven't already please read the post by Citizen Warrior earlier today. It's ok, I don't mind. I can wait. I need to get some coffee anyway. . .

Since the Ascension of That One, The Royal Appeaser in Chief, we've noticed a glumness having settled over Infidelia (that'd include all the right side blogosphere).

That's easy to understand. Islam is on the march. The CTR1600PA is running away. Wants to empty the jail. The Pope is letting us down big time. Said CTR has been chatting with Al Qaida for heaven's sake. He's selling our greatgrandchildren's inheritance. People speaking the truth are being persecuted -- prosecuted -- for it. Anti-semitism is on the rise HERE as well as in Europe. People we thought were listening have started backsliding. For every one we gain it seems we lose two. This enemy is both open and insidious and we can't get that through thick heads.

They're all nuckin' futz.

But you have no choice but to fight on. It's part of your being, it's in your DNA. If it weren't you never would have started this in the first place. And you know you enjoy it. You sickos.

If you had told me when my youngest daughter was born that ten years later I'd be sitting at a keyboard into the wee lost hours of sleep fighting a war for Western survival I'd have told you to stop drinking.

But here I am. Typing away. Trying to sneak posts in while at the paying job because this is important, this is vital. Reading books about it. Watching movies and film clips. Talking until gasping for air (smoker). Laying awake thinking about it. Living this shit. And having to do so anonymously because the enemy is so bad, so evil, they would attack you, family and friends if they knew your true identity. Not to mention what those family, friends, coworkers, bosses might think.

My wife and daughters know about this, no one else. And they know if they mention Islam around me it's going to start me up. Again. My blood pressure has been rising since 9/11.

So there's certainly no glory fame or money here. And you're much the same no doubt.

Which shows you're the fighter. Shows it's part of your makeup. You can't help it.

So to get down about it once and again is normal. It's called battle fatigue in the field. Happens here with our battles, too. But you can't give up. You can't get tired. Not you shouldn't, you can't. It's just not part of who you are, to let injustice just roll on by. To let evil a free hand.

Take a break for awhile, sure. But you'll be back.

And you're going to need those breaks now and again. Because this is only going to get far worse before it gets better and only God knows what each of us will yet be called on to do.

For many years after my dad died I had trouble sleeping. A death rattle in your ear will give you some pretty powerful dreams.

Last night those dreams changed.

I dreamed we were in the middle of an EMP attack.

You're warriors. Like it or not.

Now go get some chow. The Jihad will still be here when you get back.

Goddammit.