We are patriots living under the occupation of a hostile force. I'm not going to stand by and be silent while these elected cucks turn their becks on our president.
Who's up for another rally?
Let's show president Trump he has strong support in California.
I'm getting ready for Trump's second and third term while adding another traitor judge to the list for a military tribunal.
Don't count on a SCOTUS to save us.
Count on the insurrection act while we smoke out these traitor judges as well as the legislators and governors.
What, you guys thought we were trying to clean up only the legislature and the executive branches?
No, the judicial branch will not be spared in the purge.
Don't for one second believe that these democrat controlled cities and states let out all the prisoners and inmates out of the goodness of their hearts.
You can't fill a cup that's already full.
And you can't fill a cell that's already occupied.
Don't forget the "fema" camps scattered across the country.
Something tells me that they're keeping the cells open for us patriots. Awful lot of rallies happening tomorrow
Be safe. Be smart.
Used to be a bluepilled kid. I remember watching as Bernie lost the primaries.
I remember casting my ballot anyway, with tears, even after California was called for Hillary.
I remember going home, defeated. I remember walking in on my dad reading yet another book and looking up, "what's wrong, son?"
"Bernie, lost. Hillary won the nomination, now the fat fuck Donald Trump is going to win. Bernie was going to fix everything and he lost! "
My dad closed his book and looked back at me. "Well son, don't wait around for someone else to fix your problems because no matter where you go, that's where you'll be."
I remember bursting into my dad's room, angry.
Donald Trump had won the election.
"Dad, you've always told me I was in line to be great...
... what you didn't tell me was I was the first one in line!!
If an idiot like Trump can become president, what's my excuse? Why am I doing nothing with my life!?"
"Son, life isn't fair. You must make it fair for yourself."
I lost weight.
I started lifting.
I started training jiujitsu.
I bought my own trailer, turned it into a home.
Started my own business.
Got my own little harem of girls.
I studied.
I read up on the constitution.
I read up on philosophy.
And when I turned around to look back to show my dad my progress, I noticed he was sick.
You see, my dad was dying a slow death and didn't tell me. Kidney failure and diabetes through not fault of his own. Never drank or smoked, never did drugs, never was fat. Just raised wrong by my gram..
I left the world I built and, through blood sweat and tears, I took care of that man for his last 3 years here.
I took care of him when couldn't walk anymore.
I took care of him when had to eat through a tube.
I took care of him, everyday, alone, as I wiped his ass and changed his diapers.
I took care of him cleaning out the tube he had in his throat.
I took care of him even when Every. Single. Doctor. And. Nurse sat me down and told me he had no chance.
For three long years, I had to listen to the doomers.
My friends.
My family.
My ex fiancée.
My own dad.
"There's no hope."
"It's too late."
"Just give up."
For three long years, I alone carried the torch of hope in darkness, with my dad in my arms.
"fuck them all.
"Fuck every single one of them."
My last birthday, my dad bought me a blade. According to him, I had finally become a blade.
At 106lbs, he held my face and told me this:
"Son, I've always prided myself on not needing anyone, or anything."
"I loved you of course, son. But, I never really liked you. You were an asshole. You always whined and complained."
"but these last few years, I don't know how you did it. I don't know where this strength, this resolve, came from. The nurses and the doctors secretly come in to tell me how lucky I am to have you. They tell me how lucky I am to have you stay for days at a time while I'm in the hospital."
"and when they tell me that, son, it makes me swell with pride. So much that I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I need you, son."
"I love you, son. I truly could not live without you."
Those were the last words he ever spoke to me.
He died in his sleep. In September of last year.
His dying wish, if I had to guess, would be to live my life as a free man.
Fear is the mind killer.
Listen up, doomers.
My dad didn't eat shit through a tube and die as an old man with diapers at 59 so that his son could suck the cock of some rich fuck, for $10 an hour at Amazon, who sold their ass to China.
My dad didn't live through hell and then die to set me free, only for me to live my life under "the New Normal."
President Trump saved my dad's life. He made my dad's sacrifice matter. He made the living hell my dad went through worth every inch of pain and suffering mean something.
He saved my dad's life by saving my dad's pride and joy: his only son.
President Donald Trump opened my eyes.
I was asleep and he opened my eyes.
He showed me no matter how much I'm hated, no matter how stupid I'm told I am, that doesn't matter because in America all men are created equal.
I can be the fucking president if wanted it bad enough .
If Donald Trump could become president, what was my excuse?
Let me make this clear.
All it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing.
Donald Trump saved this county and I'm tired of pretending he didn't.
Tomorrow, for the first time, I'm going to be at the MAGA rally.
I do not exaggerate when I say the only way the great reset is going to happen is when they cut out my tongue and line me up against a wall to be shot.
Be the change you want to see in the world.
See you in the front lines, you fucking cowards. Hope you all enjoy getting a good look at my back as I stand alone against these traitors.