On the Eve of the Most Significant Election in Modern American History

with consequences for the future direction of the entire world

Well, I thought I’d take some contemplative time to review my personal journey through politics over the past number of years. I had left the United States in 2006 principally because of the wholly unnecessary and incomprehensibly destructive Middle East Wars prosecuted under Bush.

I greeted the election of Barack Obama with — cheer and a little hope — but it took no more than a year or two before I determined that he was an empty suit at best, and when I learned of his health care bill (Obamacare), with its insurance mandates, I was aghast. I noted that Obama received the Nobel Peace Prize for — for what? At a reading in San Francisco’s famous City Lights bookstore, I listened as Uruguayan author Eduardo Galeano, famed for his Open Veins of Latin America, and having just brought out Children of the Days in 2011, shake his head as he described the irony of Obama’s Nobel acceptance speech praising war.

I admit to having smiled when Clinton lost in 2016 to someone I regarded then as not much more than a huckster — I chuckled because despite my tenuous interest in political machinations I had observed enough about her and her actions to realize she was as sick as the Bushes. I remember her having cackled or chortled when, as Secretary of State, Qaddafi was murdered: “We came, we saw, he died.”

I watched as the Middle East continued to be torn asunder and I wondered about the fates of the ‘little people’ caught in the crosshairs of geopolitical manipulation in service to the warmongering cabal that had taken control of the United States and, indeed, as I reluctantly knew, had a legacy extending back decades — back to the time when, as victors of the Second World War, America could have spawned global peace. Instead, there had ensued a series of endless ‘conflicts’ and coups.

When I decided, eventually, to look into President Trump somewhere around 2017, it was because all I had heard about him was utterly absolutely and completely negative. I had dismissed the ‘Russian collusion’ narrative and the Christopher Steele dossier with its ‘pee tape’ as obviously construed falsehoods unworthy of a moment’s reflection. And yet … and yet I learned to my incredulous astonishment that they were taken seriously and reported upon without cessation by all of the major news outlets.

While riding a bus into town around that time I met the sister of a psychiatric colleague who was headed for a women’s protest against Trump in Wellington. “He’s not a good person,” she told me, “ and he hates women.” I shrugged, and then I asked her if she knew about Hillary Clinton’s comment about Quaddafi — which she didn’t.

As my interest grew in the Trump phenomenon I basically came to the conclusion that everything I had heard about him was false. That the news was indeed fake through and through regarding him, his personality, his behaviors and his political actions.

I noted most importantly that during his tenure he started NO NEW WARS.

I understood that the psyops we have come to know as Covid had, as one of its chief purposes, the undermining of Trump’s reelection, and I discovered with nausea the depth and stench of the corruption of the American voting system — it was really beyond my belief. Vote counts mysteriously halted, water pipes ostensibly burst in voting centers, truckloads of ballots arrived in the dead of night to overturn Trump’s lead in swing States … I simply could never have imagined such rottenness — probably because of my own character flaws and a penchant for naivete. I had myself long advocated for paper ballots and the elimination of machine voting in any way, shape or form.

And here we are now, on the cusp, on the eve, of an election that promises all of us anti-covidians and freedom-and-peace-loving peasants a real bit of hope. My former friends of the Leftist intelligentsia tell me that Trump is one of ‘them’ and that there is no hope to be found anywhere. But to these advocates of nihilistic pessimism I say “Enjoy your glass of Chardonnay and revel in your supercilious detachment. There are still things worth fighting for.”

Politics is rough, nasty, dirty, always messy, never pure. Compromises are inevitable, and inefficiencies abound — unless a war is being prosecuted, like the covid war against us and our freedoms and the old-fashioned wars of bombs and artilleries. Somehow, when it comes to war, the ‘incompetent’ forces of government hit their stride and become ruthlessly capable.

Here in New Zealand food prices are astronomical and housing has become virtually unaffordable for those who don’t already have a very big stash of money. For young people the dream of owning a home is completely out of reach. If New Zealand had a good government food would be relatively cheap — we can actually grow enough to feed 40 million people, so I’m told — energy inexpensive, and housing eminently affordable. In addition our public health system is running on the fumes of ineptitude combined with a terrible shortage of skilled practitioners.

Here in New Zealand as Red Remembrance Day (16 November) approaches — a day marking the imposition of Covid Mandates upon the population, few people will take heed. Few people will take heed as the shadow of Totalitarian Globalism hangs heavy, pushing a climate scam and ever greater strictures on freedom of speech and expression, and pushing a plan to control most every aspect of our already limited lives.

As America goes, so go our hopes for a renewed sense of unalienable rights, and for fashioning a good and decent world. This is not the world of those global institutions which have done nothing but mislead, undermine human rights and cajole us into believing that only Central Control and the end of national sovereignty will protect us from pandemics and ever-looming environmental disaster.

Donald Trump has fashioned a team of stellar proponents of peace, health and personal agency: Tulsi Gabbard, RFK Jr, Elon Musk (yes, Elon Musk, without whose Twitter purchase there would complete censorship), Tucker Carlson, and hillbilly-turned-Senator J.D. Vance. Opposing Team Trump are the cultists who glorify Hollywood, who have opened America’s borders to millions and have supported these millions with taxpayer dollars that should be helping American citizens, and who have nothing to offer except a kind of vacuous joy in celebrating marginal self-obsessed narcissistic delight — all the while avoiding the practicalities of providing for a foundation to support good and decent living.

I will also add that never in my lifetime had I heard a President call attention to the trafficking and sexual exploitation of children. And never had I given a thought that such things occurred to any significant extent — until my attention was brought to them by this President. Yes, call me naive once again.

I suppose that the most difficult thing to swallow has been recognizing that every formerly trusted institution has shown itself to be a sham. The media, in particular, has abjectly served the forces who must be paying them, with hardly a nod to any journalistic ideal of approximating truth. I am, quite literally, at a loss to describe their abdication of duty and their immersion into a cesspit of rank deception.

The battle lines have formed. The stinking murderous rot that has underpinned so much of government and media in my lifetime has been exposed as never before. It’s high time for the Herculean task of cleaning it out.

We’re ready, we owe it to ourselves. This is it.

Emanuel E. Garcia, M.D.

November 5, 2024