Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me cum benedictis.

Senators. Congressmen. Bureaucrats. Judges. Lobbyists. Media. We call these people “the establishment.” They consider themselves gods. But twilight comes for all, even the gods.

Twilight is not readily definable, at least not in the vernacular. But we know it when we see it.

Twilight is a gradual process, a transition between waning daylight and encroaching darkness. Neither its beginning nor its end is determinable. It is an in-between time, a transition, a time of chaos as two things which cannot exist together touch. Twilight is the death rattle of light and the birth pangs of darkness.

Yesterday was a death rattle of the establishment gods. They have sown the seeds of their own destruction over the decades and now reap its bitter harvest. These self-anointed elites, these circle-jerking naked emperors, they do not recognize the rapidly falling darkness. Even were these “gods” to recognize the gallows on the horizon, they cannot admit their complicity in their end. To do so would be to concede they are human, not gods. And that they cannot do.

The establishment gods scattered their demonic seed to the wind, heedless of the destruction they were courting.

Media sowed the seeds of biased reporting, narrative pushing, anti-Republican hit jobs, Democrat scandal coverups, smug arrogance, unmerited self-importance, Trump Derangement Syndrome, outright lies, historical fiction (e.g., The 1619 Project), false belief in its own infallibility, doxing political opponents, lazily reprinting Democrat press releases, and myriad other sins. Media is reaping near universal distrust of its reporting and general loathing of them as a whole.

Democrats sowed the seeds of election rejection (beginning in 2000 and continuing to today), destruction of norms, inchoate rage, unconstitutional power grabs, destruction of filibuster rules, confiscatory taxes, overreaching and unnecessary regulation, thinly veiled hatred of capitalism, rejection of reality (e.g., pushing transgenderism as a valid life choice and not a mental illness), using government to destroy their political opponents, support for radical political movements incompatible with American law and tradition (e.g., BLM, antifa) and assorted other evils. They are reaping violent movements from within their own party and from without.

Republicans sowed the seeds of failure to push back against Democrats’ destruction of norms, their own destruction of norms, ignoring their constituents, entitlement, know-it-all-ism, dismissal of populism as a fad, bashing all Trump supporters, failing to speak up against Trump when warranted, failing to call out media for being a lying pack of liars, purging people deemed as insufficiently pro-Trump or TruCon for their liking, denying electoral reality, and as many other failures as Democrats if not more.

Americans of both parties have had enough. On the Left we see the rise of the Marxist wing represented by The Squad in Congress and BLM and antifa on the streets. On the Right we see the rise of the opportunistic populists represented by Rep. Gaetz, Sen. Hawley, and their comrades in Congress and the odd mélange of Trump-or Die and 2020 election truther folks.

These groups didn’t arise ex nihilo, springing like Athena from Zeus’ forehead. These groups formed over time, slowly at first but picking up speed, because the establishment gods ignored them. Ignore is the wrong word. The establishment gods rejected the notion these people even existed, much less that they may have legitimate grievances worthy of recognition and redress. Not content to simply pretend these Americans, their constituents (of politicians) and customers (of media), did not exist, the establishment gods insisted on shitting upon them from a great height.

Deplorables, bitter clingers, illegals, junkies, black people. All these groups were ignored and generally shat upon by politicians and media alike. Rejected, dejected, and without hope, it is only natural that people banded together to solve their problems, the problems the establishment gods would not.

And how do you make these establishment gods listen? You hit them where they live. You dox them. You protest loudly at their houses in the middle of the night. You mock them. You vilify them. You even storm Congress.

Our establishment gods have created the world of which they now loudly complain, pointing fingers outward without any introspection as to their own massive contributions to our current shitshow. They stand shaking their ancient, withered first, rage at the world, and blame everyone but themselves as twilight ebbs and darkness rapidly takes descends on America.

Here we abide, in the chaos the establishment gods have summoned. Unrecognized, forgotten, perhaps a bit apprehensive, waiting with no small bit of dread for what comes next, what twilight’s end will birth into our world.

Whose or what’s birth pangs occurred yesterday? As we stand amidst Götterdämmerung’s chaos, we do not know. And ‘Puter, for one, is certain we do not want to know.

N.B. This is not a defense of the Capitol’s storming. Not in the least. Every single person who forcibly entered the Capitol yesterday in a vain attempt to disrupt the proper functioning of our government is a criminal. These people should be quickly identified, tried, and if convicted, sentenced to the maximum punishment available at law.

'Puter

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.

’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.

The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.

His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.

He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.

Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.

‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.