Adapted from original publication December 12, 2020 on RationalMule.com
Nobody wants to admit they’ve lost.
Admitting you've been fucked over takes it to another level. You're fighting for your very right to exist. For your next breath.
But watching the non-stop MS-13-style gang-rape and torture of America’s economy, security, and sovereignty by her captors over the past year, this is a fuckover for which there are no other words except to say that she has been Bidened.
biden [bahy-dn]
verb (used with or without object), biden-ed, biden-ing
to betray, abandon, hand over, sell out to wanton abuse and destruction at the hands of enemies, without fear of negative publicity or reprisal.
Examples:
Despite evidence of injuries on a scale not seen since the Thalidomide Tragedy, politicians, health officials, media and tech oligarchs partnered with drug companies to biden zero-risk children and their parents with pronouncements that the vaccines were safe and effective.
Ivy League admissions for his unremarkable children, and guarantee of his own re-election were all it took for the Republican governor to biden his party's candidates and sign off on purchase of electronic voting systems that could be manipulated by Soros-owned operators.
By this China/Ukraine grifter with his dead-while-he lives, cretin stare…
And this incompetent ho with her bedroom eyes…
America has been bidened. And the only way to save her is to de-Biden America.
How much longer can people of conscience act as if serial rapists are serious people, for whom reason and dialogue even matter?
Our clergy are nowhere to be found. They have bidened their flocks for thirty pieces of Covid silver. Ditto for doctors and lawyers. And our judges are just afraid.
Everyone is afraid to pay the price they took an oath to pay, because
Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --[and] whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.
Nothing stops a mostly peaceful thug like a mostly peaceful .410.
And the very real possibility of quickly finding oneself on the wrong side of eternity.
And the horrified expressions of his/her craziest buddies as they take that plunge.
Arresting Bitch
People also wear a certain expression on their faces when they’ve been bidened.
Perhaps the most famous example is this portrait by Leonardo da Vinci.
It hangs, fittingly, in the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC, and was painted when the artist was just twenty-one years old, years before Columbus ever sailed.
The subject is Ginevra de' Benci, whose father Amerigo was chief banker for the Medici Family of Florence, Italy in the 1400's.
This would be today's equivalent of being Jeff Bezos' banker.
The Medici’s were that rich and powerful. They owned everything, ran countries, set the standards and tastes of the time, and used their vast fortune to do it. Amerigo Benci was caretaker of this wealth, and was handsomely rewarded for his services.
Amerigo's death when Ginevra was just nine resulted in his daughter being sent off for schooling by Benedictine nuns, under whose tutelage she became an accomplished poet, socialite, and budding "it" girl on the Florentine party scene.
A Fading Future
All this was cut short when she was married off at sixteen to a widower twice her age, bidened by her Uncle Bart for a dowry of $1.5 million in today's money, to a Luigi Niccolini, ambitious son of a cloth merchant, who mortgaged the family fortune to get her.
The picture, according to some, celebrates Ginevra's marriage to Luigi. If so, the subject appears less than thrilled at the prospect. She is wears a plain brown dress with a minimum of jewelry or finery typical of engagement portraits at the time. Her face is set in a decidedly pissed-off expression, staring listlessly into distance where she sees her future fading.
And fading it was. Ginevra de Benci had Florence at her feet, multiple Medici men seeking her hand. The competition was just getting started, and her uncle goes and sells her off as a retread to the first bidder.
The unusually high price of the dowry is seen by some as compensating for the prestige foregone by not marrying into Europe's leading family... and perhaps lining the pockets of Ginevra's uncle who is believed to have negotiated the deal.
While payoff can never be proven, circumstantial evidence is there. Ginevra shut Luigi out of the bedroom. Their union produced no children, and she seems to have spent her marriage complaining of chronic illness, running up medical bills, and escaping to the countryside.
Yet despite the migraines and whatever imagined maladies, Ginevra managed to outlive Luigi by fifteen years, spending her final days life back in her beloved Benedictine community, where she passed away at--- for that time--- the ripe old age of sixty-three.
Did The Venetian Blind Her?
Another backstory offers that the painting was commissioned by Ginevra's courtly lover, Bernardo Bembo, from the powerful Italian city state of Venice. Bernardo served two terms as Venice's ambassador to Florence, cut a dashing figure about town, and was tight with the Medicis.
Having a courtly lover was all the rage, and seen more as a display of good manners and social standing than it was about anything going on behind closed doors. Judging from the poems exchanged, things could have gone either way, but if Ginevra really was banging Bernardo, it's kind of hard to see her posing for her true love with the picture above. As the old song goes, that’s a strange way to tell me you love me.
Historians are certain the painting never left Florence, which means that Bernardo didn't find it much of a keepsake even if he did commission it. Maybe because there was nothing worth remembering except Ginevra's own motto, which he plagiarized in his restoration of monuments to famous Italian poets. Maybe because the affair was all for show in the first place? A charade the hapless Luigi may have wheedled out of his wife to promote his upcoming run for city council.
Honey, as long as you're going to pretend you're my wife, can you do me a favor and pretend you're his lover?
However it went down, Ginevra got bidened.
When you’ve been trumped, there’s always a come-back:
Improve your game, up your skill, hone your strategy.
When you’ve been bidened, there is no coming back.
Because you no longer exist.
A Chance Houseguest
And that would have been the end of the story, had Ginevra's brother Giovanni not befriended a young, hungry painter named Leonardo da Vinci, who regularly hung out at the Benci palazzo around this time.
Of all the men in Ginevra's life, Leonardo would have been someone she could identify with--- artistic, articulate, a few years older---and someone she could look safely down upon. Of illegitimate birth, Leonardo could not even buy his way into the society her husband was doggedly climbing.
He was one of those poor boys that rich girls don't marry.
At the same time, she would have found Leonardo fascinating-- worldly, street-smart, living on the edge and by his wits, with nothing to lose calling her out on her bullshit.
Poor little Nevvy, locked in a gilded cage
She will never make it out,
Leo will never make it in.
She will never work a day in her life.
Leo will work every day until he dies.
Now look me in the eye, and tell me:
Who would you rather be?
Leonardo may have playfully cocked an ear to her silence. Then said, "Splendido, signora. Now please sit down right there and give me your best resting bitch face."
How do I know?
Because he painted her from the inside out.
And that only happens when the subject has let down her guard enough to trust you with something she has never shared with any other man.
Whatever Leonardo said got him a two-fer:
The Light…and The Look.
Shining In Darkness
The first thing you notice about Leonardo's Ginevra de' Benci is how she glows.
The painting caused a sensation even in its own day, departing from the customary profile head-shot of the bejeweled bride-to-be, and turning her forty-five degrees to face the viewer.
Contemporary commentaries marvel at how this was not a portrait of Ginevra, but Ginevra herself.
What draws you in is the light-- how she seems to pull in the light around her, as well as radiate from within. The prime attraction here is not the dress, the hair, or finery.
It’s Ginevra.
She really does exist
And she makes more of a statement from her plank of wood than George Floyd does across an entire city block.
I have seen her. She is small--fifteen inches by fifteen inches-- but she can stop a linebacker in his tracks at a hundred feet.
You could be walking through the gallery, minding your own business, and suddenly have the unmistakable feeling that someone somewhere is staring straight at you.
You look around, and there she is, brighter than anything else on display.
During World War II, when she was fleeing the Nazis, Ginevra was spirited away to a castle high in the mountains of Liechtenstein. But even there, it was feared, word of the whereabouts of a Da Vinci masterpiece would get out, and German agents would follow in hot pursuit.
So they hid her in a wine cellar, hanging her from a nail on the wall. But her few secret visitors during those years testify that even down there, deep in the earth, she glowed.
The light shined in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
The Eyes Have It
The other thing is the look. As you approach, you are startled to see the face radiating this heavenly light looks past you with an indifferent, almost contemptuous scowl. Leonardo uses this emotion to pull the viewer even closer.
How could someone sitting for Leonardo da Vinci be wearing such a dark expression, and be so radiant at the same time?
As you approach, you see not only the seamlessly studied, nearly photo-realistic texturing of light upon skin... but as you get closer her eyes start playing tricks on you.
Check out the left eye, then the right. Her right looks past you; her left looks right at you.
What's going on here?
Take a step closer, and you will see what another of her has written:
She is standing among the lights, a woman I have never seen but immediately recognize. She is of a beauty no longer seen in an age like this, a prepossession that I struggle to describe. Her thoughts are deep and honey-colored, like the veil of hair parted to reveal eyes that see only your worth, a smile that wishes you only well, and lips that whisper things only for you to hear. It is a face for which a man will sacrifice everything, even his very soul, for there could be nothing sweeter than to feel her graceful arms pulling you toward her.
If You Could Read My Mind
Ginevra is finally looking straight at you-- as you knew she was all along. Her eyes, though long dead, are startlingly alive.
And--truly amazing-- not even from this close does a brushstroke stir to suspend belief that she is about to say something.
What she said, da Vinci is not telling; it's been the subject of more than half a millennium of speculation. I can tell you what her look is not---affectionate, flirtatious, afraid, frozen, fierce, or fearless.
If you peer carefully, there is even the hint of a smile--cover her left eye with your right hand holding your four fingers together, and thumb running along the bottom of her lip.
A smile?
It can only be because she knows something. Something beyond her daddy's money, her fawning admirers, her callous betrayers, her spineless allies, her faithless lovers.
Something which even being bidened by an electorate educated to look the other way cannot steal.
Something that even being imprisoned in a castle dark or a fortress strong cannot snuff out.
Light In A Dark Place
Leonardo painted her twice in one sitting:
Who she was— sulking at the gathering darkness around her.
Who she always will be-- light in a dark place, when all other lights go out.
The eyes of Biden--dead while he lives-- see a long, dark winter coming for men and women who love darkness instead of light, because
Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
So now in this late hour, as shadows gather, look up.
Look up from your glowing screen, from whatever meme you are fashioning, whatever spreadsheet you are inputting, whatever blowjob you are finishing-- and ask yourself, while there is yet warmth in your heart and light above to see:
---Am I her creepy Uncle Joe who sold her to the Chinese for $1 billion?
---Am I her old man’s ho who sics the law on anybody points that out?
---Am I her lover who left her behind when she was no longer convenient?
OR
---Am I her Leonardo, who preserved, protected, and defended her against all enemies, foreign and domestic?
De-Bidening America
I wrote that on 12/12/2020— forty days minus one since the Stunned Silence following The Immaculate Steal.
The Great Plague Year 2020 marked 500 years since Nevvy (my endearment for Ginevra)’s passing. And at the time, I found it only fitting that her picture should hang in our nation's capital as a though-dead yet still-speaking witness to the bidening of half the population of a country yet to be discovered when Leonardo painted her.
And a nation bearing the name of a father who would have prevented the bidening of his prize daughter at the hands of a creepy uncle to a man who clearly did not deserve her, and cheated to get her.
I wrote that on 12/12/2020, yet twenty-five days plus one to the Great Despair following January 6.
At the time, all I could see before us was January 15, 2021, the 547th anniversary of her wedding day, when a foul transaction was consummated, and yet five days until those who love darkness would consummate yet another.
And, so I requested we pause to ask ourselves--
---Were we worthy of the light and freedom purchased at such great price for us?
---Did we stand intimidated by the evil that snatched it from us, daring us to do something about it?
---Did we scream in our own Biden Derangement Syndrome into our social media about the communism and fascism taking our country?
---Or did we take it back?
Since 12/12/2020, we have had more than enough time until today, 3/12/2021, to answer those questions.
And to recall that the American Revolution, the Civil War, and World War II were not won through petitions, marches, or candelight vigils.
Those silent monuments you see do not mark out picnic grounds, but commemorate the sites of violent and decisive struggles between sworn enemies.
When men and women of conscience—regardless of color— decided not to stand silently by and let their country be gang-raped before their eyes by savages who will stop at nothing but the force of the savagery they gleefully dish out.
It is time to rise. To stand as one to the terrifying and righteous task of unfucking America by De-Bidening her of ALL who hate her.
Harvey Oxenhorn is a cybersecurity consultant, and author of the upcoming book, The Atrocity Algorithm: How the Media Became the Enemy of the People. Follow him on Gettr, Gab, and MeWe @HarveyOxenhorn