Special to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

Many individuals reading this may be too young to remember Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev. He was once the bloody-handed dictator of the former Soviet Union, back when Elvis was the King of Rock’n’Roll. He was ably portrayed by Bob “Eddie Valiant” Hoskins in 2001’s Enemy at the Gates, about the Battle of Stalingrad. If you look him up in communist Wikipedia, they will try to persuade you that he was a saint, slightly to the right of Mother Theresa.

(Just now Wikipedia has its hand out, begging for contributions. I metaphorically spit in that hand, and would do it in person if I could.)

The point here is that, when Khruschev briefly visited the United States (he was disappointed because they wouldn’t let him go to capitalist Disneyland) he famously predicted that the American people themselves would eventually raise the communist flag over their own country. Everybody at the time thought that was simply hilarious.

But Khruschev was right. Treason is the flavor of the season today. You and I presently find ourselves surrounded by idiots and cowards (they know who they are) who are perfectly willing to betray and abandon our republic to tyranny. Remember this: I know things about people; I do not believe that the Soviet communists (or the Nazis, for that matter) ever did anything of which the Democrat Party is incapable.

So what do I do, as our nation, and everthing that it once stood for, trembles on the lip of the garbage dump of history? I’m an old man in a wheelchair. What can I do? Mostly I sleep late. I play endless games of Solitaire. I binge-watch NCIS to help myself remember (Leroy Jethro Gibbs is the 21st century equivalent of Sherlock Holmes) that the world is rational and knowable and that the human mind is fully capable of figuring it out. When I feel like cartoons, I watch Ancient Aliens.

I work on my worst-selling novels a little every day and on opinion columns (like this one) that I understand, from the utter lack of response, nobody ever reads. What the hell, it’s cheaper than psychotherapy. I assiduously avoid watching any “news” of any description whatever. It’s those idiots and cowards again, selling their country out to George Soros and communist China. As of this writing, I haven’t read a single line of e-mail in several days. Everybody online claims to know what’s really going on. I don’t know what’s really going on. Nobody knows what’s really going on.

And I may have made an interesting discovery along the way. Separating myself from the shipwreck that American political life has become has left me more relaxed than I have been in decades. I once had such grand hopes for the 21st century. I am still very guardedly hopeful for the best. But I know history; I remain prepared for the very worst; my plan is to keep on writing until they try to come for me. I am also very grateful that I’m an old man in a wheelchair who probably won’t live to see how bad things can truly get. I worry about my wife, who is younger than I am, and about my daughter.

But, a question: if the President of the United States is convinced that the recent national election was fraudulent (and, contrary to the fake news media, there is plenty of evidence to that effect), would it not be a dereliction of duty on his part to give in to such criminality? I watch traitors and surrender-monkeys—who benefitted enormously from the recent Administration—yet who whine that Donald Trump is a bad man because he is reluctant to turn the reins of thermonuclear power over to a mentally-deranged gangster who is also a clear and present danger to national security. I cannot begin to express my contempt for those cretins, poltroons, and turncoats who have stabbed the Donald in the back.

Like many another nation-state before us, loyal Americans have reached that dismal point in history when the best they can hope for is a military coup d’etat. I don’t know what’s really going to happen. I’ll just sit here and watch Ancient Aliens.