I remember that animated Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer show. Rudolph was ridiculed and outcast for being different from the crowd. Red nose shmed nose. It's the 'difference' that counts. The group eschewed him because he didn't fit their standards.
So Rudolph wandered until he came to the Land of Misfit Toys. They had defects and no one wanted to play with them so they formed their own community. They eventually get delivered by Santa etc.
I don't want to get into any symbolism except being an outcast. Many of us feel like strangers in a strange land. We see the Republic eroded and liberal mindset demonizing what has been the norm.
The whole idea is NOT to buy the goods being foisted. We already have our own community. It is these united States.
We don't need a Santa to deliver anything. We can do that ourselves.
The misfits are those who think we need their guidance, that we are not capable of selfgovernment.
I refuse to feel ashamed of myself. That's the inner ploy that we should realize we need 'help'. Bull hockey!
The only help needed is for us to make this warped misfit country what it once was.
We were indeed misfits in the beginning. We would not fit the mold of subjects. Neither will we now.
Faults, flaws, and mistakes? We and our history are full of them. And in spite of that, we happy few human beings dare to be individuals united.
Be ready to show who the real misfits are.
We're the Only Ones Exhibiting Enough
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