Submit or Die: A Dream Sequence
by Bernard Chumm
Do not try this at home, as this is a hypothetical only. Actually, it’s a dream sequence, and would make a good
graphic novel. Maybe even a 3-4 minute computer-imaged story. But not in real life, please. We don’t
advocate the same things the other side does.
No matter, Mr Bushmills has been sending links to me about the rising vitriol leading up to the Glenn Beck
event in Washington. The Twitter Page (thanks to Appaloosa Consulting) is more revealing of the deep
psychological rage of the Left than the film (thanks to Ben Howe) as the guys captured on film, probably
knowing they were on film, didn’t use one single profanity. From my experience that is very rare, which also
means they were sent there. They didn’t just go.
Now I have a little crew who goes around Leftie sites, sometimes snooping, sometimes trying to pick fights,
and gather all sorts of intel, of a factual as well as psychological nature. What has interested us a lot lately is
this apparent new infatuation the Left has with religion, well actually Islam, and therein lies a tale. Suddenly
religious freedom is a big deal to them. Rush Limbaugh has opined that the common link is a mutual hatred
for America.
Part true perhaps, but I think there is something more basic here, and Vassar seems to agree. Follow my
dream sequence and you will see what i mean, for I know everyone one of you would like to smack some of
those jerks up the side of the head. VB and I came up with a few “what if’s” from Ben Howe's video:
What if, while the moron was trying to rewrite Dr King about “social justice” over to his left, just off camera,
another man watched, and then nodded a signal to a couple of other men, over to the right, also off camera.
What if those two men then followed that guy and his buddy to his car. As they were about to get in their car,
a van pulled up, both were quickly pushed into the back doors, bound and gagged them, their cell phones
quickly and safely secured.
What if they were driven to a secluded spot along a small lake, some miles from the District. You know, where
they film NCIS.
What if they were pulled from the truck and forced to kneel under a tall sycamore next to the lake, where their
gags were removed and that man over there on the left, off-camera, got out of the van and began to
interrogate them.
What if he began a disputation with them? “Now tell me again those ‘facts’ about Martin Luther King.” Instead
they tell him he has no right to have them there...but he interjects, "Do you see a judge anywhere? A cop?
Just where the hell do you think you are, son? Don't you understand that when there is only power there are
no rights? Dumb ass. Now I'll ask again. Your answer may well save your life as I brought you here with every
intention of killing you. Tell me again that special truth of yours about Martin Luther King and social justice
that I overheard on the Mall a few hours ago." They repeat the scat from the Mall.
“As you already know, our truth is somewhat different. How do you suggest we reconcile that?” There is some
more argumentative back and forth, when suddenly the interrogator interrupts to say “Enough. For a long
time, a very long time, we have allowed you to hold onto your truths, no matter how silly or dangerous to our
freedom and form of government. We have debated you in open forums, placed our ideas alongside yours in
front of the people, and time and time again the people have chosen our truths over yours…so much so you
have been compelled to lie, cheat, and intimidate to make it appear that your truth is in the ascendancy.
That's why you were there at the Mall today. The people still don’t believe you, only now, you don’t care.
“If you were me, what would you make of this? So, tell me, if you win this political war with our side, will you
allow us to pursue and hold onto our truths as we did for you the past 200 years?...or will you tell us to
surrender ours? Will we have to submit?
“Yes, of course we will continue to let you...” one answers.
“Are you a Christian?” They both nod no. “Do you have any belief in a Higher Being?” Again, no. “Then why
do you make common cause with jihadists who do?” They look at each other quizzically as if it’s a trick
question. “Because American imperialism has killed so many of their people,” one answers.
“Is that another one of your truths that you wish to compete with mine? So, again, how can we reconcile this
competition between two completely different truths?...(pause)
“Do you see where I'm going here? What binds you to the jihadists is that neither of you will tolerate any
competing truths. With Islam it is “Renounce and repent or die.” With Marxism it is ‘Submit or else.'
“So as I see it, either one of you plan to kill or imprison me as soon as you can get total control, as I do not
plan to submit to either Islam or Karl Marx!...” and saying this he reached inside his back belt and produced a
revolver, which he thrust into the first fellow’s mouth. Eyes wide agape, the man said, “So knowing this, I am
going to kill you first. If I’m going to die, you won’t be there to see it, not by a damned sight, you miserable son
of a bitch” and then said in a calmer voice,
“But I will give you one chance to live. Will you renounce your god of Marx and accept mine of the Constitution
and Liberty, and forever lay down your cause?” Neither made any sound or gesture, at which time the man
pulled the hammer back, and repeated, “Will you renounce your god of Marx and accept mine of the
Constitution, you godless bastard?”
Now this is the sexiest part of this dream, watching those two boys sweat. It's what we all dream for, to see the
cold splash of reality and anguish poured right over those stupid children's faces. But it is only a dream, so I'll
let you finish the story. You can even put live cartridges in the chamber if you want. Just don't tell anyone. If
the kids recant (80% will, whether cynically or otherwise doesn't matter as they have just looked death in the
face...which is a thing John Kerry never did -VB), he eases the hammer back and cuts them loose. If they
refuse to recant, he squeezes the trigger, the hammer goes “click”. Either way, they have to go down to the
lake to clean their pants before heading back to town.
The man unties them, hands them a flashlight and a map, and tells them “It’s two miles back to the highway,
which will give you plenty of time to think. You may not have thought it through, but I have for you. You signed
onto 'submit or die' politics, and that .38 down you're throat is what your people have been doing for centuries
to other people. That's what your friends the jihadists do. That's my truth, and I won't debate it. When you
signed onto a religion that was going to kill me as soon as you won, you had to know I might kill you first.
Think about it. Now, while you were down here peeing your pants we were downloading your phones and
going through your wallets. We know your names, your Tweet, your email, where you live, your
girlfriends…and his boyfriends…the names of your dogs, your mother. If you ever change a one of those
things, I'll know you didn't get this message. If I ever see you again, anywhere that even smells of submit-or-
else politics, I won’t pause to speak.
"Now you boys have a nice life and if you have the presence of mind, find God, and thank Him for letting you
keep yours."