As usual, Denninger gets things half-right.
There is intended to be a Civil War. The Leftards openly fantasize this, as they see themselves as swooping in to repeat another victory.
Except this time the South is every white person, everywhere.
(They think they’ll get over because they “identify” as gay black women. It won’t work any better for them than for the frog giving the scorpion a ride.)
But “we” (D. apparently has a mouse in his pocket) won’t be stopping it, because “we” didn’t start it, don’t control the narrative, and have neither the will nor inclination to prevent gravity from working.
The chimp-out under plan is being ginned up per protocol, exactly as thousands of smaller versions have, with a monotonous cadence of hoax crimes, all beating the drum inexorably to fan the flames and direct the muster of exactly the CW intended.
On Day One, predictably to a mathematical certainty, they run out of cops, after two or perhaps three volleys. The cops already know this to a man, hence the distinct lack of vigor to go about it in the first place.
If no learning occurs prior, on Day Two, The Culling begins in earnest.
Instructive, at this point, is the Flight 93 Effect: i.e. in this day and age, you’ve got about half an hour’s free reign to hatch your Clever Plan, and after that, the so-called Sheeple, having been red-pilled to the New Reality, will come at you, if necessary with bread knives and rolled up magazines. And then you and your Clever Plan are over.
The problem for the Leftards is that Joe Average can do much better, on thirty minutes’ notice, than bread knives and rolled up magazines, unless he’s trapped in an aluminum tube at 40k’.
It will be ARs and Glocks and such, until all obvious targets have either changed shape, caught fire, or bled out.
Then, the survivors (and pure odds overwhelmingly favors one side, and that side is not The Diversity) will look to who started it, and The Hunt will begin in earnest.
By Friday, people will be rounded up in batches, and shot against the handiest wall, and it likely won’t end until Rush Limbaugh is considered the most Liberal Man in America.
You can forget the military; they’ll be hamstrung, and the wiser ones (about 98%) will either have joined the melee, or chosen to sit on their hands until the festivities are over, rather than wade amidst an internal war fray. They’ll retreat to their bases, and lock the gates, with orders to merely repel boarders, and fire only defensively. And for exactly the same reason the Beijing Guards wouldn’t fire on the Beijing students in Tiananmen Square.
The Chicoms had to import hicks from the sticks to do that dirty work.
Our military won’t have time for that, not being prepared beforehand.
And they’ll see what happens to the cops, from local to federal, and want no part of that pie for themselves. (“Only a fool fights in a burning house.“)
{In fact, see if you don’t find young and middle-aged guys headed home in their work out gear, and find piles of empty police uniforms in the police station parking lots, when most of them just go home to protect their own families.}
Besides, the military will generally have their hands full assuring six other world powers that the nukes are secure (nations that have them get itchy about that point, to a metaphysical certainty), and those other nations should fuck right off and stay out of this hemisphere, and not stick their nose into the bear fight, lest it get blown off with a response in the megaton range, by way of warning shot.
For the same reasons, there will be a rush to the Mexican Border, but it will be an exodus headed south, not north.
How long The Hunt lasts is an open question, as is how far the decline.
Some areas may last for weeks, some others for only a few hours.
The “Civil War” is liable to resemble more closely the Rodney King Riots, rather than the Unpleasantness of the 1860s. Ain’t nobody got time for that, and in any event, there’ll be no one left to whack after a few days or weeks, the rest either dead or in hiding or exile, with bounties on their heads.
You think the Left will suddenly show backbone?
Look at an Antifa event: one Moldylocks face punch, and it’s over.
The “brave” ones only attack with police escort and at 10:1 odds.
Toe to toe, they scurry like roaches, and when heads start exploding and guts opened up right and left, they’ll set Olympic track records getting back to the safety of mommy’s basement, if they can make it there unscathed. And those are their “tough” customers.
Hospitals and churches won’t be a safe zone sanctuary, and there’ll be no Geneva conventions: people will be pulled out by the hair and shot on the steps, when and where found.
Media outlets will be gutted free-fire zones: radio, TV, newspapers. Open season on “journalists”, and no bag limit. Mark my words. This ain’t going to be Vietnam or GWI or GWII: “PRESS” creds on your vehicle or person will be a death sentence. “The Revolution will not be televised.”
You may get some Liveleak and youTube hashed up cell video, but it will look like shakey-cam outtakes from The Blair Witch Project or War Of The Worlds, and liable to get you shot in the face for doing it, so it will not be a wise move to be the guy holding out a cell phone camera like some talisman of protection, unless it’s got an NIJ rating sufficient to stop .30 cal incoming.
What happens after that is when things get interesting, in a Chinese curse sort of way, and my crystal ball is hazy by that point.
Then we’ll see who’s organized, and legitimized, or whether we enter the warlord and dictator period of history.
And whether it starts next month or twenty years from now – if it ever does – is still a wide-open question.
But the Left definitely thinks they want one to start, and are openly salivating at the prospect.
Like all mad dogs.
But mad dogs always get shot. Always.
Then you go after their owners.
STRAIGHT LINE LOGIC 