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Barbarians have taken over control of American institutions. These reckless idiots and looters are systematically destroying the best that Western Civilization once had to offer. If you don’t understand what they’re really doing, they will gain your willing cooperation — and they will destroy you.

The barbarians go by different names. Some are openly communist. Some call themselves Marxists or socialists. Some claim to be “anti-fascists” or “anti-racists.” The more mainstream ones prefer “Democratic Socialists” as a label.

But they’re all alike at the core. They want to destroy everything that’s decent which remains about America and about the West — and they claim that you are a hateful racist, sexist and evil person if you don’t join their deadly cause. You must either join them or they will “re-educate” you until you learn to believe what they demand.

It’s too late to stop the barbarians. They’ve come too far. This culture was already tottering under the weight of what arrogant politicians have done for at least a century. The politicians’ economic and legal mistakes have slowly stripped us of our freedoms — and now the barbarians are stepping into this weakened society and taking over from the inside out.

I am willing to call these barbarians what they are — and I will escape from the evil they represent.

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The woman was the last of a small group to leave her table at the restaurant. I saw her glance in my direction several times, as though she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure. Then she walked over to the table where I had been writing at my MacBook.

“Excuse me,” she started, “but don’t you walk a dog that looks like a collie? Do you walk near Bryant Avenue a lot of times?”

I don’t think Lucy looks like a collie, but I can see how someone could see her that way from a distance. I told her that Lucy and I turn around at Bryant Avenue at the halfway point of our typical walk, so it probably was us she was thinking of. I showed her a photo of Lucy.

She smiled and seemed pleased that she had been right.

“I just want to tell you that you have a wonderful dog,” she said. “I’ve never seen a dog so well-behaved. I can’t believe how she does everything you tell her to do. It’s amazing.”

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I was just getting home Saturday night when the phone rang. I didn’t know the number, so I almost didn’t answer.

A woman identified herself, but the name meant nothing to me. She told me I might not remember her, but she said we used to talk at a restaurant where I used to go — a place that shut down last year. She was an employee there and she used to come sit and talk when things were slow.

After she reminded me, I did remember her, but I never would have recalled her name. I haven’t seen her for a couple of years and I doubt she’s crossed my mind since then. I was confused about why she was calling and how she even found me.

She explained that I had once given her my business card — which had my name and number — and she had somehow saved it. Then she sounded nervous, as though she wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“You saved my life,” she finally said. “I just wanted to thank you for that.”

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