TIME TO DROP YOUR STICKS AMERICA: Unavoidable Circumstances Shape an Avoidable Reality with Donald J. Trump and the Intelligence Community

What can adults learn from seventh-graders playing street hockey? A lot.

Get ready. It’s time to drop your sticks, America. It’s your only remaining option to preemptively intercede on a massive set of monumentally unavoidable circumstances heading your way. On the back end of that scenario are outcomes unthinkable for the posterity of the nation and its people.

Let’s begin by putting the cart in front of the horse: the following endeavor is only for the bravest of souls, which ought not to be a problem in a nation borne out of revolution and built on individual ruggedness and intestinal fortitude.

Unavoidable circumstances are the things that frame our reality and existence.

They are big, small and in between.

They are routine, mundane and ordinary.

They can also be anomalous, aberrant and momentous.

No matter what we do or where we go; and even with intermittent success at evading them, unavoidable circumstances are the things that remain consequentially ever-present.

For the Intelligence Community, Donald J. Trump being the overwhelmingly favored and only viable candidate to become the Republican nominee is a monumental unavoidable circumstance.

It’s also one that for the IC is wholesale unacceptable and when things get unacceptable for the IC, they do something about it.

We call those things operations and the IC has a sizable schedule of them ongoing and forthcoming against the unavoidable circumstance of Donald J. Trump.

For Donald Trump and the American people, the Intelligence Community and its history of stolen elections including 2020; and its generational political continuum converting the U.S. to Marxist communism, is an equally monumental and unavoidable circumstance.

The 2024 election and its underpinning timeline represent the landscape for the intersection of these two monumentally unavoidable circumstances that will produce outcomes which will forever change the world.

The results of the 2024 [s]election will be the precipice from which there is no return and that’s only if we have elections.

There is plenty of analysis here and elsewhere indicating that things may become so bad that elections are delayed and if they are, they’ll be delayed forever.

In November 1963, the IC factored-out John F. Kennedy and from then on, it never relinquished its growing control that became absolute over time; even during the aberrant and unexpected 4-year interruption of Trump.

Let’s be crystal clear: outfits like this don’t execute a President in broad daylight in the middle of a parade to return service to the other side – us.

Rather, an outfit like this will just keep serving and pejoratively speaking, the IC has been serving us ever since.

These folks never expected Hillary Clinton to lose and when she did, the IC operations were unpacked on us: “Russian collusion,” Flynn/Russia, the Mueller Special Counsel, impeachment 1, COVID-19, the Mar-a-Lago raid, the Capitol “insurrection” entrapment operation, impeachment 2 and all of the ongoing criminal and civil lawfare today; including special counsel appointments and especially Jack Smith.

The laws of a fractal nature dictate that on the back-end of all circumstances and no matter they be avoidable, unavoidable or otherwise, there are outcomes and consequences that begin framing the next set of unavoidable circumstances and where this repeats forever.

We all know examples of people spiraling downward and out of control to devastating ends just like we do of people skyrocketing upward to achievement not foretold in triumphant ends.

Unavoidable circumstances create outcomes and consequences that create the next set of unavoidable circumstances and in fractal fashion forever.

For example and as an elementary student, unavoidably you would awaken every weekday sans illness or appointment and make your way to school.

Unavoidable indeed.

Adulthood is really no different than childhood save one distinction: the child’s unavoidable circumstances are mostly placed in front of him by others whereas the adult seasoned with knowledge and life experience; things the child can not possess, routinely places unavoidable circumstances in front of himself.

This means that some unavoidable circumstances are actually avoidable, but only by means of deliberate, thoughtful and intelligent internal discourse to preempt those circumstances from ever manifesting.

A hypothetical example relative to the present would be a collective and unified response from the American people to immediately, fully and finally root-out the executors of the JFK operations so as to preempt the status quo.

What does America look like today had The People wrestled back control from the IC in 1963 and kept it?

For the time being, the answer to that question is a wonderful daydream far from reality, so everybody please wake-up.

Other unavoidable circumstances beyond any measure of a single individual’s control or influence will, of course, remain unavoidable; however, ones deliberate and thoughtful response to those circumstances can impact them to create change and this is especially so when a unified people is causing the impact.

That is at the root of the JFK hypothetical.

The point is, when unavoidable circumstances are due, you just might have to drop your stick on arrival.

What this also means is that the crux for the American people is reconciling any inability or insufficient skill level to think internally, critically and independently for the purpose of reckoning one’s own reality in a space that lies between ones own thoughts and decisions and the unavoidable circumstances that will manifest because of them.

Deliberate, thoughtful and intelligent internal discourse doesn’t include brands, labels, likes, re-posts, followers, subscribers or anything else produced by a manufactured, plastic, lost, corrupted and sick society.

Rather it’s an honest conversation with yourself and God about what matters.

Finding God to have that dialogue means looking within and now the value and meaning of a proper internal dialogue takes on value of indescribable proportions.

An honest internal dialogue is rooted in fundamental aspects of right and wrong, morals, ethics and ones own ethos.

An honest internal dialogue might examine something like the intersection of life, beauty and the wonderment in God and creation relative to things like rights for one particular sex, healthcare rights and intervening on life to end it before it ever has a chance to begin it.

Perhaps it’s framing a proper perspective on what America used to be as the last bastion of freedom, liberty and democracy.

How that America was left for us; handed over to us like a beautifully wrapped present for which we did nothing to earn it except being born here or migrating here; or breaking-in thereafter with a sense of entitlement to be here.

How all we had to do was keep the Republic, as Franklin warned; and where all of that gives way to honest discourse about what it means to be a citizen in country.

A republic, if you can keep it.

Benjamin Franklin

The first priority of any country is sovereignty for without it, a country you are not.

The first order of national sovereignty is border security for without it, a sovereign country you are not.

Sovereign nations exact due process to set forth laws, policies and regulations according to the rule of law and as they should.

It makes those laws, policies and regulations an expression of free will, intent and the absolute truth.

According to current policy at the southern border, the absolute truth is that 12+ million un-vetted illegal aliens crossing the Southern border like a fifth column of infidels; and the resulting, aggravating and compounding effects on our national security, culture, society, economy, towns, schools and neighborhoods isn’t good for any country; especially the one we all live in.

Those are examples of proper internal dialogue and never once was Biden, Trump, “Democrat” or “Republican” mentioned.

God doesn’t care about politics and neither should you in the ways they want you to.

Framing the lens of comprehension with donkeys and elephants will get you no comprehension at all.

What God does care about is your internal dialogue to have an honest conversation about things we can avoid even when it looks like we can’t; and what individual souls can do alone and together in that endeavor for only the bravest.

America and the world over face a complex set of intricate and problematic unavoidable circumstances unprecedented for mankind.

It is both appropriate and accurate to describe these times as biblical since an outcome awaits us where humanity will be forever be relegated to free souls or enslaved ones.

An internal dialogue with yourself and God is the first step to avoiding these unavoidable circumstances.

Not coincidentally, it’s is also your last option.

The second is others doing the same and the third is enough of those souls coming together to muster enough gumption to take appropriate action.

I remember a childhood moment of unavoidable circumstances once in seventh grade when our group of neighborhood buddies was playing street hockey in the cul-de-sac in front of my typical middle-class, Midwestern family home.

After sometime, a neighborhood freshman too big for his own britches made a decision to intercede on our game where from a concealed position some distance away, objects began to fly and strike us.

They were darts from a blowgun – barb removed.

For real.

It was a poor choice by him and what came next was unavoidable.

According to the plan we hatched on the fly while still playing the game, we all dropped our sticks on cue and the chase ensued.

Our assignments took us in pairs and trios down different routes to eliminate all exits and to converge on a single location.

A few blocks later, we had him corralled but hadn’t thought it out past that point – typical seventh-grade planning.

Somehow I got [s]elected [volunteered?] as our group’s “representative” and what came next was entirely avoidable and completely worth it.

The group circled-up and the ring was set with two in the middle.

A quick stare down, an invasion of personal space, a shove by me, a shove by him and then it was over with a single punch.

This blowgun toting jackass had orthodontics and despite the pre-fight pleas of “Don’t hit in the mouth…don’t hit in the mouth…don’t hit him in the mouth,” I unloaded a fucking haymaker right to his teeth and wrecked his face.

His head snapped back and his mouth exploded in blood as the freshman instantly ceded to the seventh grader sobbing in tears.

The others all stood still and slack-jawed with the expression of “Holy shit, what did you just do?,” plastered on their faces in a scene out of Stand by Me.

A feeling of impending doom was already doing damage internally.

He bolted inside and would later go to the emergency room.

We never saw an adult that whole time and it was all in broad daylight in a large neighborhood of really good, salt of the earth people.

And if we did, there would be no safe space to hide in because the adults let kids sort-out themselves.

Consequently, our neighborhood and community was a good place for all kids because the alpha kids kept it that way by checking the other alphas intent on causing trouble.

In a separate incident about a year or so beforehand, a neighborhood kid two-years older than my younger brother beat the hell out of him for no good reason.

Big brother:little brother dynamics instantly applied.

I was older than he was by two years and my dad and our neighbor stood in the drive way drinking a beer as justice was delivered.

It was a different time and kids fought so you either learned how and got tough or you enjoyed beta status.

We solved our own problems where alpha males checked alpha males while keeping the beta males in check when they attempted to assert themselves in ways undesired or counter to regular order.

It was very rigid much like a dog park.

No one really said anything as we all stood around.

The last two knuckles on my right hand were gashed open and bloody and I still have scars there today.

After that, we all left going in different directions and I don’t recall where we went or what we did; just that it was getting dark, the street lights were getting ready to come on and I wasn’t getting anywhere close to my home until I was commanded to, which entailed the lights clicking on soon to be followed by my dad’s piercing whistle which you could hear in the next county [so there were no excuses.]

For me, “Wait until your father gets home!” was another routine set of unavoidable circumstances mostly avoidable with better adolescent judgement and decision making.

I learned that lesson a lot.

And all kids should have a dad like that in their lives for those reasons.

My dad was old school and no matter how cliched it sounds, they don’t make men like him anymore.

He was a true alpha and the best kind.

That’s the kind whose mere presence makes him alpha.

Only the worst of decisions by others brought out the business side of alpha in that man and when it was coaxed out, it was swift, decisive and lethal.

He was the Roosevelt kind of alpha.

He took my side and mom let him.

She thought I should go and apologize and my dad let me decide that.

Hell no.

No apology and on we went.

It was unavoidable that I would see this person in the neighborhood, on a bus and at school but not as much as you might think and when I did, I chose not to interact instead keeping it low-key like the fight never happened.

It was embarrassing enough for him and I didn’t have to make it any worse in front of his peers or otherwise because everyone already knew the truth.

A wrecked face made this crystal clear.

As a freshman going to high school in a smaller town, can you imagine walking the hallways with a wrecked face for a billboard letting everyone know that your hat was handed to you by a kid two years your junior?

And where surgeons used ass skin to repair your upper lip after three layers of emergency room sutures and a few rounds of plastic surgery; and everybody knew this?

Yes, ass skin.

Plastic surgeons used skin from his backside to repair the upper lip because it’s the most suitable donor skin.

I wonder how often he had an internal dialogue around the question, “What is that smell?”

It was also unavoidable that we would get sued.

And we did.

Sometimes bad shit happens to those who do things the right way according to the laws of nature.

Thank you for umbrella coverage in home owner’s policies.

To this day, I still remember sitting in our living room and giving a recorded statement to the lady from the insurance company.

He never bothered me or my friends again.

Funny how that works; especially when everyone knows the truth.

Years later during my freshman year at Indiana University, I walked into a lecture hall with around 500 others to attend an H-106 U.S. History lecture.

Inadvertently, I walked about one third of the way up on the right and grabbed a seat directly behind my guy’s left shoulder; not realizing it until I sat down.

He looked at me, I looked at him and we exchanged a smile and a nod like it all never happened; not a word was said.

Not a word was said and I knew.

“I remember when I wrecked that guy’s face.”

Not a word was said and he knew.

“I remember when that guy wrecked my face.”

That was the last time I saw him over 30 years ago.

Why did I share that?

Here’s why.

If a bunch of seventh-graders on two opposing sides who are otherwise going about their normal lives, minding their own business and enjoying a little recreational street hockey; who have entirely inadequate planning skills and no life experience whatsoever, can embrace the very nature of humanity and being human to effectively reconcile a problematic bully intent on causing harm to everyone by dropping their sticks to take important matters into their own hands; so they can appropriately respond to a set of unavoidable circumstances placed in front of them by wrongdoers; and do it appropriately and forcefully enough so that it never happens again and where everyone knows the truth of it all…

Then…

…a population of adult Americans with seasoning, knowledge, life experience and the inherent duty and responsibility to act accordingly, can also do it.

Listen and listen closely, America: lose your donkey/elephant mentality and acknowledge the monumental set of unavoidable circumstances the likes of which we’ve never seen.

The intersection of Donald J. Trump and the Intelligence Community is the Armageddon of unavoidable circumstances.

Then, embrace your perceived opposition, hatch your plan on the fly and drop your fucking sticks.

It’s time to go.

Let the chase begin and above all else, make sure the exits are closed off.

If seventh graders can do it….

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