Posobiec has weaseled his way to a position where he is granted one on one interviews with the Vice President and Secretary of War. Online, he throws out ludicrous and spiteful slander to spark these absurd sectarian culture wars and play the victim/ He’s a leftist shit-stain yet his behavior is rewarded.
Get addicted to slow mornings, handwritten notes, difficult literature, intentional boredom, cognitive friction, emotional self-sovereignty, relentless execution, heavy workouts, real-world silence, and screen-free nights. I promise your brain will stop panicking.
Erika Kirk very accurately said that evil eats itself, and the that is coming to fruition. Meanwhile she stays focused on the mission. Charlie’s mission. God’s mission.
These demons say stuff like this with zero self awareness.
Demon, you are going to need lots and lots of patience. Despite the fact that there has been over a year’s worth of slander liable, conspiracies and a full-fledged campaign backed by gigantic platforms to destroy her character and the organization, she remains focused, and poised, while Turning Point continues to succeed in great measure where it actually counts. Meanwhile, your cult is filled with drama, chaos, and a bunch of degenerates. You will know them by their fruit. Talk to me after the midterms and we will see how well this ages…
Candace is tweeting about her immigrant husband so now feels like a good time to remind everyone that this retarded wretch said her husband is not an immigrant but used to be one.
Retard of epic proportions.
Chesterton's Fence remains undefeated.
From a secular point of view, marriage is never going to "make sense." This is why, as we become more secular, marriage--and thus, love--becomes more and more expendable.
We've removed the cultural foundations that reveal the importance of lifelong commitment, self-sacrifice, honor, and the nature of true love itself. It's no wonder that we're the loneliest culture in history.
We use the same word ("love") for things like bacon and Marvel films that we use to describe the nature of God and our commitment to our spouse, remove the traditional structure that was the differentiator, and then act surprised that no one knows what love is anymore.
And most are too asleep to ever realize that the most beautiful relationship one can have is being lambasted (by the world's worst people) into oblivion.
I have conversations with young Christian men all the time who desperately want to get married. To them, it feels impossible to find a young woman who feels the same. And these are good men.
Movies like "Wicker" are literally satanic for that reason. It seems like an entire generation of young women's minds have been captured by an ideology that actively seeks to destroy them.
Burn it with fire.
This is the Hillary Clinton I know.
As some of you know, I was the Air Force Military Aide for Bill Clinton, lived in the White House, traveled everywhere they traveled, and carried the “nuclear football.” As such, I was always in close proximity to both Bill and Hill.
Among the military who served in the White House and the professional White House staff, the Clinton administration was infamously known for its lack of professionalism and courtesy, though few ever spoke about it. But when it came to rudeness, it was Hillary Clinton who was the most feared person in the administration. She set the tone. From the very first day in my assignment.
When I first arrived to work in the White House, my predecessor warned me. “You can get away with pissing off Bill but if you make her mad, she’ll rip your heart out.” I heeded those words. I did make him mad a few times, but I never really pissed her off. I knew the ramifications.
I learned very quickly that the administration’s day-to-day character, whether inside or outside of DC, depended solely on the presence or absence of Hillary. Her reputation preceded her. We used to say that when Hillary was gone, it was a frat party. When she was home, it was “Schindler’s List.”
In my first few days on the job, and remember I essentially lived there, I realized there were different rules for Hillary. She instructed the senior staff, including me, that she didn’t want to be forced to encounter us. We were instructed that “whenever Mrs. Clinton is moving through the halls, be as inconspicuous as possible.” She did not want to see “staff” and be forced to “interact” with anyone. No matter their position in the building.
Many a time, I’d see mature, professional adults, working in the most important building in the world, scurrying into office doorways to escape Hillary’s line of sight. I’d hear whispering, “She’s coming, she’s coming!” I could be walking down a West Wing hallway, midday, busier than hell, people doing the administration’s work whether in the press office, medical unit, wherever. She’d walk in and they’d scatter.
She was the Nazi schoolmarm and the rest of us were expected to hide as though we were kids in trouble. I wasn’t a kid, I was a professional officer and pilot. I said “I’m not doing that.”
There was also a period of time when she attempted to ban military uniforms in the White House. It was the reelection year of 1996, and she was trying to craft the narrative that the military was not a priority in the Clinton administration. As a military aide, carrying the football, and working closely with the Secret Service, I objected to that. It simply wasn’t a matter of her political agenda; it was national security. If the balloon went up, the Secret Service would need to find me as quickly as possible. Seconds matter. Finding the aide in military uniform made complete sense. Besides, what commander in chief wouldn’t want to advertise his leadership and command? She finally relented because the Secret Service weighed in.
The Clintons are corrupt beyond words. Hillary is evil, vindictive, and profane. Hillary is a bitch.