In an earlier post, I wrote that now there is no hope. I think the context of that statement is apparent, but perhaps not its meaning. It appears that some folks think that when hope is gone, the war is over, there is no more resistance.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Hope stays the desperate man from using all the tools at his disposal. When hope is lost, so is the last restraint.
My ancestors were murdered in Hungary, in Scotland, and in Pennsylvania, all because they stood up to thugs, tyrants, and oppressors. We have lost everything countless times, yet we still exist. And it is when we are hopeless that we are the most dangerous. I am neither violent nor unlawful, but I am still dangerous to tyrants, and men like me are everywhere.