Inaction Is Consent

First, the leftists and their environmental crazies came for my internal combustion car, and I did not speak out — because I could always walk.

Then they came for a my gas stove, and I did not speak out – because I had a microwave.

Then they came for my plastic shopping bags and drinking straws, and I did not speak out – because I could use paper and cloth bags or just drink from the glass.

Then they came for my rights to raise my children, and I did not speak out – because my son is an adult who can speak for himself.

Then they came for our elections, and I did not speak out – because I presumed incorrectly that their illegal actions could not be eliminated.

Then they came for my freedom, and I did not speak out – because I felt able to support those who would oppose them.

Then they came for my country’s ability to protect its borders, and I did not speak out – because I don’t live near a border.

Then they came for my president (repeatedly), and I did not speak out – because I believed he would prevail despite it all.

Then they came for the family dogs, and I did not speak out – because despite a long history of dog ownership, my current pet lineup is three birds and the feral cat who lives on our front porch and is fed daily by the wife.

Then they came for anyone upholding the rule of law, and I did not speak out – because I thought it was but a horrid dream from which I would soon awake.

Then they came for my freedom to eat meat, and I did not speak out – because one can subsist on plant materials.

Then the LameStream media descended into spreading misinformation, and I did not speak out – because non-traditional media sprang up to fight their propaganda.

Then the radical left went full-out violent regarding people on the other side, their houses, their cars, and I did not speak out – because I didn’t drive a Tesla or live in one of those crazed blue communities.

And then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.