There’s something about sitting in a home you built with your own hands, something about being indoors and warm and dry and knowing that your own efforts are what brought you to that position. Anyone who has ever built any kind of shelter knows what I’m talking about, be it a house or a garden shed.

If you haven’t, you should. It’s an extremely primal, visceral feeling. You have a kinship with the first man who ever stoned up four walls, threw hewed beams over the top and thatched the roof. You have planted roots and taken a stand: In this building, I can take anything nature or humanity throws at me; I can weather storms, I can fend off predatory animals (and humans) who would harm myself and my family. I have security I have wrought with my hands, and it will keep myself and my descendants safe.

Our ancestors have built that building, and we call it America. It is a structure of incredible complexity, but it exists to protect us from the terrors not of animals or weather, but flawed and dangerous ideologies and those who would impose them on us. It has functioned admirably despite many assaults from without.

Pitiably, our house is in disrepair. Few are keeping it in good shape, while many are seeking to tear it down. Vermin within, termites, mold, rot, decay are causing the very foundastions to be assaulted. “(Nikita Krushchev)once said, ‘We will bury you,’ and I got into trouble with it. Of course we will not bury you with a shovel. Your own working class will bury you”

His prophecy is beginning to come true. The marxist saying “the proletariat is the undertaker of capitalisim” is beginning to hit hard. Every one of us needs to understand that, and if we don’t, it’s going to happen here, is already happening here.

This house doesn’t feel so safe anymore. The protections it once offered aren’t so secure.