like it or not, our president is an old man. we would be very foolish to think of him as the be-all, end-all of our movement to push back the marxist tide and restore american patriotism and pride. if we depend on only trump, we are lost, because at some point the trump era will end. as surely as yours, or mine, will at some time end. Mine, most likely, sooner. But all lives are short, as surely as they matter.

we elected him because we knew that hillary's road led to a dark horrible future.i admit i did not really believe in him then, but i knew that the alternative was terrible. quietly, secretly, she would have drawn us into a future of irretrievable globalism. in hillary's future, we wouldn't have seen the overt hostility to american patriots that we currently see. there would have been no need. the wool would have been pulled, the people deceived, the media bewitching us with their fair and balanced coverage of two sides drawing us by different paths to the same end.

but now there is hostility. there is anger. there is plague and open (and not very effective) marxist rebellion. because trump has cut through the witching rhetoric. trump has pulled the wool from many eyes, and we find ourselves blinking in the smoky light of an ideological battleground, surrounded by a war of ideas.

the most important battleground in the next decade will be this battleground of ideas. trump has given us the weapons we will need to fight this battle and win. 140 characters at a time, rally by rally, cheer by cheer, flag by flag, he has proven, definitively, that our enemies are weak. entrenched, fortified, but ultimately possessed of deadly weaknesses which he has exploited. which we too can exploit.

his weapons are so peaceful! what president in recent times has made less war than our donald? his weapons which bring friends laughter and delight even as they bring confusion and despair to our enemies. his greatest weapons are in fact the armaments of a child.

and these are your weapons, pedes.

on your head, to think without fear. at your left hand, to believe without end. in your right hand, keen as the sharpest razor, to speak without shame. and all about you, the armor which cannot be pierced, which makes a single old man an irrepressible, uncancelable force for all that is good and patriotic in the american spirit...the steel of the soul. to profess without regret, to own without fear of human reprisal.

these are your true weapons. no matter what you hold in your physical hand, it is these which gives you power. our enemies throw their bombs, and set their own feet ablaze. our leader simply opens his mouth, and our enemies run from their televisions, consumed with anxiety and nerves. we laugh at them. but him, one old and unarmed man, in the depths of their damaged souls, they truly fear.

every one of us must learn to become a Geotus for our own little corner of america. whether that is a single home, a city, a state, or the nation as a whole. you there. you were made to lead. you were made to be a father or a mother or a mayor or a boss. you were made to be a congressman or a governor or the next president of the US. yes, you, whether you think it or not. whether you are soft of speech and slow of tongue, you must step up and lead. because there are neutrals that need redpilling, there are ideas that need conveying, there is a nation that needs restoring.

maga is not a task for one man. maga is a call to action. trump cannot go down in history as the last flareup of pride and patriotism before the long night. trump cannot be the last to carry the torch of liberty for an america that forever was.

if trump lives forty more years, if trump were to pass today, it should change nothing for us. he has already struck fear into the hearts of those who would push the american nation into the past. he has already forced them to reveal their true nature. and he has shown us how they can be pushed back.

what trump has begun, we must carry on. what trump has shown us, we too must do. so go forth pedes, on your myriad legs, and redpill the nation.

how did this end up going on so long?

like it or not, our president is an old man. we would be very foolish to think of him as the be-all, end-all of our movement to push back the marxist tide and restore american patriotism and pride. if we depend on only trump, we are lost, because at some point the trump era will end. as surely as yours, or mine, will at some time end.

we elected him because we knew that hillary's road led to a dark horrible future.i admit i did not really believe in him then, but i knew that the alternative was terrible. quietly, secretly, she would have drawn us into a future of irretrievable globalism. in hillary's future, we wouldn't have seen the overt hostility to american patriots that we currently see. there would have been no need. the wool would have been pulled, the people deceived, the media bewitching us with their fair and balanced coverage of two sides drawing us by different paths to the same end.

but now there is hostility. there is anger. there is plague and open (and not very effective) marxist rebellion. because trump has cut through the witching rhetoric. trump has pulled the wool from many eyes, and we find ourselves blinking in the smoky light of an ideological battleground, surrounded by a war of ideas.

the most important battleground in the next decade will be this battleground of ideas. trump has given us the weapons we will need to fight this battle and win. 140 characters at a time, rally by rally, cheer by cheer, flag by flag, he has proven, definitively, that our enemies are weak. entrenched, fortified, but ultimately possessed of deadly weaknesses which he has exploited. which we too can exploit.

his weapons are so peaceful! what president in recent times has made less war than our donald? his weapons which bring friends laughter and delight even as they bring confusion and despair to our enemies. his greatest weapons are in fact the armaments of a child.

and these are your weapons, pedes.

on your head, to think without fear. at your left hand, to believe without end. in your right hand, keen as the sharpest razor, to speak without shame. and all about you, the armor which cannot be pierced, which makes a single old man an irrepressible, uncancelable force for all that is good and patriotic in the american spirit...the steel of the soul. to profess without regret, to own without fear of human reprisal.

these are your true weapons. no matter what you hold in your physical hand, it is these which gives you power. our enemies throw their bombs, and set their own feet ablaze. our leader simply opens his mouth, and our enemies run from their televisions, consumed with anxiety and nerves. we laugh at them. but him, one old and unarmed man, in the depths of their damaged souls, they truly fear.

every one of us must learn to become a Geotus for our own little corner of america. whether that is a single home, a city, a state, or the nation as a whole. you there. you were made to lead. you were made to be a father or a mother or a mayor or a boss. you were made to be a congressman or a governor or the next president of the US. yes, you, whether you think it or not. whether you are soft of speech and slow of tongue, you must step up and lead. because there are neutrals that need redpilling, there are ideas that need conveying, there is a nation that needs restoring.

maga is not a task for one man. maga is a call to action. trump cannot go down in history as the last flareup of pride and patriotism before the long night. trump cannot be the last to carry the torch of liberty for an america that forever was.

if trump lives forty more years, if trump were to pass today, it should change nothing for us. he has already struck fear into the hearts of those who would push the american nation into the past. he has already forced them to reveal their true nature. and he has shown us how they can be pushed back.

what trump has begun, we must carry on. what trump has shown us, we too must do. so go forth pedes, on your myriad legs, and redpill the nation.

how did this end up going on so long?