A New Day Dawning

and a grown man cries

I could hardly believe my eyes after I awoke at approximately 7 AM New Zealand time to catch the now-current and actual President of the United States as he delivered less formal post-inaugural remarks to his followers somewhere in the Capitol. When the man himself quipped about giving them the ‘A plus treatment’ by giving them his time and repartee, I literally burst into tears.

Not because of Trump. Not because I like or don’t like Melania’s stunning hat. Not because of the breezy style I personally favor over formal pronouncements.

But because it has been FOUR LONG YEARS, four seemingly endless years of bearing the weight of purposeful deception, gaslighting, and watching the attempted destruction of the very Constitutional roots of my native land in real-time — all the while feeling impotent in the face of this disgusting assault save for my work with my pen.

Let me begin by reminding myself and my readers that before 2016 I spent about ten minutes of my thinking time on the man Trump. All I knew back then was that he was a New York real estate mahoff and had a casino in Atlantic City, a city I avoided as I would avoid a plague of insurance salespeople. I had visited one of their casinos only once in my life, under duress from visiting friends, lost my bankcard and spent one miserable overnight counting the hours until I might escape the garish den of hope-filled neon-lit losers.

When I decided to look into the phenomenon Trump, it was because I noticed that he was universally derided and disrespected. The usual proprieties had suddenly disappeared as this democracy-destroying Nouveau Hitler strode the planks of the ship of state dodging every conceivable barb, bullet or arrow. Since when had my once-trusted legacy media been so unanimous about anything or anybody?

So the more I looked the more I realized that something was amiss. Having departed the shores of the East Coast for the far regions of a tiny island at the nethermost parts of the Pacific, where I now reside, I had given up on the America of my dreams, the America of rights and opportunities — because it had become an America of ceaseless endless murderous wars.

My political awakening occurred rather late in life, but by the time the Iraq invasion rolled round under George Bush II, my eyes were alert to the hypocrisies and depredation. I saw that Hussein had miraculously been blamed for 9/11, and that the ultimatum given by Bush was itself a trap: nothing Iraq’s leader could do would get him or his country out of the crosshairs of a rampaging war-machine. Naturally when Colin Powell convinced the United Nations that Iraq presented and imminent threat of nuclear destruction, I myself was convinced that America had become a stranger to me. Therefore in 2006 I packed my bags and headed for the less martial environment of New Zealand, a country I believed then to be filled with cheery can-do independent and free-spirited types without interest in oppression, and I couldn’t be blamed for misperceiving the totalitarian bent in these pre-pre-Covid days.

But back to Trump, whose first Presidency I can best describe as a tap-dancer dodging machine-gun fire while he secured the porous border, bolstered the economy, and STARTED NO WARS. This latter fact seems to be ignored by all of my leftie progressive friends, by the way, as they excoriate him.

Then came COVID.

I saw immediately that one of the several purposes of this massive world-altering program was the removal of Donald Trump from office by engineering an election that could be manipulated not merely by the infernal poll computers, but also by mountains of mail-in ballots and the elimination of same-day voting. And that election WAS manipulated and stolen from the man who rightfully won in a true landslide, a man whose rallies drew tens of thousands while his opponent could barely muster enough operatives to fill a high school gym.

I also saw, while Trump was in office during the covidian haymaker, that he tried virtually EVERYTHING to give us a way out. He opined that lockdowns should end, he never wore a mask except when he was admitted to Walter Reed as far as I can remember, he touted under the tutelage of Zelenko, hydroxychloroquine, and he alluded to chlorine dioxide as a potential treatment. Yet anything and everything he said in the way of treatment was slammed and derided. He brought on a real doctor like Scott Atlas who was witness to the pernicious shenanigans of Fauci and cohorts.

As to Warp Speed, I leave it to you to read the Breggins about a ‘vaccine’ that had already been in development by the Department of Defence and was unleashed, but I will add this one little bit. A public who had been brought up on the mother’s milk of vaccinology and had been beaten into a traumatized state of perpetual fear by the propaganda arm of the Deep State — our once revered traditional Media — would never have escaped the plan for the engineers of Covid to lockdown the entire world until they had achieved their so-called Great Reset, by which time there would have been few of us left to do anything more than bow to our Neo-Feudal masters.

But that’s another subject for another time. Trump did not and never had mandated the Jab. Keep that in mind.

The 2020 election was flat-out stolen, that was my conclusion. But then came January 6th.

I just so happen to believe that contesting a stolen election is a GOOD and NECESSARY thing, so I applaud all of those who did so. I just so happened to watch Trump’s speech that day and I heard clear as a bell his advice to the protesters to disperse and to maintain peace.

Nonetheless, thanks to agents provocateurs — Feds and others from within the American government’s agencies — an ‘insurrection’ occurred that has been described by the usual idiotic but persuasive pundits as an atrocity comparable to the Holocaust. Peaceful Capitol building tourists, invited into the building by accommodating guards, have been jailed for years.

My country of birth in these past four years had become unrecognizable. It’s rule of law had been degraded to an extent my own imaginative mind could never have devised. Trial after spurious trial, Trump was subjected to the most bizarre charges, all in the transparent attempt to keep him from ever returning to political office again.

But why? Why so much acrimony, aggression, ridicule and derision against this man?

Then came the Butler assassination attempt, which I believe to be one of many, and to those who tell me that it was just ‘theater’ I say: shut up and get real.

Anyone who has not been spellbound by a totally corrupt media establishment commanded by a totally corrupt government could see that what Trump represented was a threat to their very way of being.

And what was their way of being? Well, Covid gave us that necessary glimpse: total control, a globalist boot-heel on the throats of the common people, with the intent to harm and kill many of us underlings by a variety of means: disease, ‘vaccines’, weather modification, catastrophes, land-grabs, and, possibly their very favorite, War.

During my self-educated wanderings over these past four years, as I attempted to dispel the curse of the oppressive deceptions, I learned about an entity known as the Senior Executive Service. Look it up. It pulls all the threads of the Deep State three-letter agencies together to form its kernel.

Yes, I concluded, we are up against some kind of Globalist Force, with factions in countries worldwide, seeking to dissolve Western nations altogether to bring them to heel and in line.

Trump and the Americans behind him, with the spirit of the American Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, stood in their way.

And now, finally, today, our day after four long weary grey despicable years of a traitorous faction wreaking havoc within the United States, OUR DAY HAS COME.

That’s why I cried involuntarily today. Because I know that in the deepest part of my heart that had the light of American ideals been extinguished we freedom-aspiring folk would all be kaput.

A new day is dawning, a new wind is blowing, a tide has turned — and may the light, and the waters and the fresh winds of liberty find their way to New Zealand and other parts of the rotting Western world to give us a foothold in he perennial fight of the common man against the Power Cabalists.

We’ve now got a fighting chance.

Emanuel E. Garcia

21 January 2025

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