Trump is going to be there for a reason, regardless of our feelings for the organization (and the GOP establishment) he's choosing to make his first public appearance there. Im expecting something big.
I'm not there go support CPAC, I'm there for president Trump
I was there, thats exactly what was happening. Half the crowd was breaking away before he was finished. We wanted to be at the Capitol, so we moved. Perhaps some of us were just inpatient lol.
While I don't disagree, Trump is the leader of our movement and he is going to CPAC. I'm very interested in what he is there to announce.
Reposted incase you are unable to access GAB.
Excerpts:
"As we found a spot close to the entrance where we could see the stage and the big screens, we looked back and saw a crowd larger than anything I had ever seen before. I felt both terrified and awestruck at the sheer amount of people in the crowd. The nervousness of success, I tried to tell myself. I knew then that there was no way we could have lost. I turned to my Aunt and asked her if she had ever seen anything like this and she said that she hadn't, not even with Reagan. The foot of the Washington Monument was moving with the wave of people under it, their flags tied to poles that spanned tens of feet as if they were competing to which could be seen from farther away."
"Looking towards the capitol building, we watched as seven or eight officers lifted the barricade that stopped people from entering the lawn and waved them forward. As we approached the main road infront of the building, the first crack of a percussion bomb hit through the noise of the crowd. We stopped there and let the crowd filter around us as we winced to the continuing sound of the bombs and the crowds echoing cheers. Only a few feet from us a man in a puffy black coat who's hair rolled in white curls under a black beanie began yelling to the crowd. He ushered them forward and shouted into the cold, "There's plenty of room on the lawn! Let your voices be heard!"
"I felt the strings of my heart being pulled and wished to join the crowd on the lawn and be seen, be heard. The gate in front of me felt like an entrance to another world that was never meant to be separate from the will of the people outside of it. I felt the rush of anger of knowing the election had been stolen and the powers that be let it happen, that the ballots stolen in dark at 4am was a planned insurrection. I had faced years of malignant hatred, my brake lines cut for a sign I had on my car, doors closed and opportunities crushed, tires slashed, and the media promoting it by labeling anyone right of center as the tumors of society, as nazis and deplorable. I saw the anger in my heart echoed in the faces of those around me. We were in the midst of a galestorm, and someone had burnt our only shelter."
"It is now January 20th. The streets of DC have been abandoned and replaced by the boots of soldiers. The walls of the capitol have been built again, insurmountable. Only time will tell if they're just as soundproof. They say it's because of the rioting, and the fear of another insurrection. Having seen the toll of the 6th, there wasn't an insurrection to begin with, unless revolutionaries have to be home by 6, and are let in by the bourgeoisie. The most popular president in history is to be inaugurated in three hours and not a civilian soul will witness it. Their administration vetted the soldiers, so they could be certain they have full control. The President has been silent, his voice removed from all media with deafening cries of encouragement. His most ardent supporters silenced along with him. He looks like a defeated man, his voice and expression not the ones I remember. When he gave his farewell speech, only his supporters were witness to it since all other media seemed to pretend it wasn't occurring at all. Those that did found themselves banned from other media outlets and calls for their dismantling."
The monuments are empty and cold, surrounded by soldiers. The large lawn that was filled with millions and hope now replaced with tiny flags to make it appear less abandoned. The old saying, "Democracy dies in darkness" echoes into an empty mall"
I've also uploaded it to here: https://pastebin.com/0vZUeskU
The story is an account of a 23 year old woman who went with her aunt and her sister.
i posted some of the text in the comments
Excerpts:
"As we found a spot close to the entrance where we could see the stage and the big screens, we looked back and saw a crowd larger than anything I had ever seen before. I felt both terrified and awestruck at the sheer amount of people in the crowd. The nervousness of success, I tried to tell myself. I knew then that there was no way we could have lost. I turned to my Aunt and asked her if she had ever seen anything like this and she said that she hadn't, not even with Reagan. The foot of the Washington Monument was moving with the wave of people under it, their flags tied to poles that spanned tens of feet as if they were competing to which could be seen from farther away."
"Looking towards the capitol building, we watched as seven or eight officers lifted the barricade that stopped people from entering the lawn and waved them forward. As we approached the main road infront of the building, the first crack of a percussion bomb hit through the noise of the crowd. We stopped there and let the crowd filter around us as we winced to the continuing sound of the bombs and the crowds echoing cheers. Only a few feet from us a man in a puffy black coat who's hair rolled in white curls under a black beanie began yelling to the crowd. He ushered them forward and shouted into the cold, "There's plenty of room on the lawn! Let your voices be heard!"
"I felt the strings of my heart being pulled and wished to join the crowd on the lawn and be seen, be heard. The gate in front of me felt like an entrance to another world that was never meant to be separate from the will of the people outside of it. I felt the rush of anger of knowing the election had been stolen and the powers that be let it happen, that the ballots stolen in dark at 4am was a planned insurrection. I had faced years of malignant hatred, my brake lines cut for a sign I had on my car, doors closed and opportunities crushed, tires slashed, and the media promoting it by labeling anyone right of center as the tumors of society, as nazis and deplorable. I saw the anger in my heart echoed in the faces of those around me. We were in the midst of a galestorm, and someone had burnt our only shelter."
"It is now January 20th. The streets of DC have been abandoned and replaced by the boots of soldiers. The walls of the capitol have been built again, insurmountable. Only time will tell if they're just as soundproof. They say it's because of the rioting, and the fear of another insurrection. Having seen the toll of the 6th, there wasn't an insurrection to begin with, unless revolutionaries have to be home by 6, and are let in by the bourgeoisie. The most popular president in history is to be inaugurated in three hours and not a civilian soul will witness it. Their administration vetted the soldiers, so they could be certain they have full control. The President has been silent, his voice removed from all media with deafening cries of encouragement. His most ardent supporters silenced along with him. He looks like a defeated man, his voice and expression not the ones I remember. When he gave his farewell speech, only his supporters were witness to it since all other media seemed to pretend it wasn't occurring at all. Those that did found themselves banned from other media outlets and calls for their dismantling."
The monuments are empty and cold, surrounded by soldiers. The large lawn that was filled with millions and hope now replaced with tiny flags to make it appear less abandoned. The old saying, "Democracy dies in darkness" echoes into an empty mall"
There has been a shit ton of posts like this lately. Women can be just as capable as men in government, and there are PLENTY of cucked men in our government. Idiocy has no sex.