A generation exhausted of war, manipulated by the media and politicians on both sides, just wants to sit down and let someone else make the decisions.

Let someone else fight the battles from now on.

2020 is going to be vicious.

The victor, for now, will be Despair.

19/

We are in the age of the Long Defeat.

It will not end easy, and likely not bloodlessly.

And I curse the weak men and women who have succumbed to the easy siren song of nihilism and collectivism.

They who have betrayed liberty, the most precious of gifts from the gods.

20/

Yet, while I breathe, I hope.

The end is just the beginning, as it always has been, and ever will be.

We will burn the fields of our civilization, because that is what humans are fated to do.

But a remnant will rise, because that too is what humans are fated to do.

21/

From the titular song:

"So keep holding on to hope without assurance
Holding on to a memory of light
But will the morning come?
For all I know we’ll never see the sun
But together we’ll fight the long defeat."

And so we shall, even if it's just a few foolhardy souls.

22/

𝘿𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤.

While I breathe, I hope.

That is the legacy of 9/11.

I will not allow the politics and culture of Despair to infect my family, my friends, or my tribe.

It might be foolish, even insane.

But Hope is the cure to Despair.

So we hope, and act.

23/