TOWSON, Maryland, Thursday, September 7, 2017 - Some events in a life stab the bearer in the heart, digging and driving so deep that the tip of the knife can no longer even be imagined.
To occur, the wound had to be a total surprise, so much so that the victim never saw it coming; in fact, the victim never so much as imagined such an attack would ever occur ever. Ever! One might proffer that he was in exactly the opposite situation.
Living a life, going forward, resolute, confident, sure; then suddenly and without any kind of warning whatsoever, a hellacious and stunning mortal blow is inflicted on the victim. Suddenly. No warning. Not even an inkling. Out of the blue; so absolutely unexpected that no defense of any kind - any kind at all! - was raised or put forth by the victim.
When the Christians attacked Jerusalem at the climax of the First Crusade, it was not such an attack. A huge army had been marching for the better part of a year, on foot, originating from the wilds of pre-renaissance Europe. An age had been spent at the City that the Crusade forced a surrender from before it even turned toward Jerusalem.
When the Christian Army finally left Antioch and turned their horde toward Jerusalem, everybody in the Northern Hemisphere knew they were on their way.
Even the Nazi attack on Poland at the outset of World War II was not a surprise. There had been so-called negotiations, and there had been all manner of diplomatic wrangling. And there had been the protracted treaty negotiations between Stalin and Hitler. The German Monster believed that if he did not get some kind of deal with the Russians, he would leave his flank wide open to attack from them the minute he marched on Poland. There was no surprise here. It wasn't if - in that case - it was when.
But the consequential attack of which I write here is one that comes without even the slightest hint. The victim has no hint of danger. His guard is down. All the way down.
When he is struck, the blade of the knife is through to his heart before he even knew he had been stabbed. History is replete with stories like this. Caesar was mortally wounded before he really knew what hit him. At the very last he realized a man he fervently believed was his friend, right to the very end, had in fact struck the mortal blow. Caesar then muttered those famous last words, "Et tu, Brutus."
Kennedy - John and Robert - were dead before they learned who their murderer was. Lincoln, too, did not know that a sinister stage actor was his murderer.
Trump lives on despite the tremendous hate mustered against him by the ultra left, or the ultra evil left, as many Americans have begun to call them. The foot soldiers of this bunch, the so-called "Anti-Fas," as it turns out, are fooling not a soul with their funny name. The Anti-Fas calling themselves anti-fascists would be like the tea party calling itself "No More 4 pm," or something else equally dumb and unimaginative.
Assassins are on the loose everywhere. Many of them are card-carrying members of the Ultra Left. As if most of America didn't know that. For America to survive such an evil concoction, it will have to be vigilant for Anti-Fa foot soldiers with guns or knives. They are out there and they are looking to do America as much harm as possible. Don't shut your eyes, don't look away. Those knives are coming your way and you will have but an instant to block their thrust.
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