Dear American Kulaks, What will you do when the communists come for you?

Dear American Kulaks,

What will you do when the communists come for you?

When the dirty hords move into your house.

And their goblin faces greet you across the kitchen table in the morning.

What will you do?

When it’s too late to stop them.

And there is nowhere to run.

When you don’t know your neighbors,

And you can’t call on the strength of their sons.

Are you willing to die for your local, authentic tacos?

Do you yet realize that diversity means no more you?

You should have started an army.

Mentored 10 young men.

Become a chieftain.

Given generously to your people.

So that you may call on your war band.

Act while you can.

Act now.