@ImMeme0 In front of children...the parents of these children are just as much at fault. When you lose your moral center anything goes. It decays the soul and the mind.
@WillyBobWard@Riley_Gaines_ You can't look away when the mental illness of others becomes the vitriol and abuse pushed upon the innocent. Protect the innocent, always. Looking away always says something deeply about your own personal disconnection from right and wrong.
@WillyBobWard@Riley_Gaines_ If you are not the sum of your parts, why project notice to that specifically instead of the word of the mind? Those people make themselves the sum of their parts. Their parts and protest become their identity for the whole world. They are merely parts screaming to be seen.
@LauraLoomer Proverbs 6:16-19 -“These things the Lord hates, yes: A proud look, a lying tongue,
hands that shed innocent blood,
a heart that devises wicked plans,
feet that are swift in running to evil,
a false witness who speaks lies,
and one who sows discord among brethren.” Praying for you
🇺🇸🇺🇸Yarvin sneers that America’s got “no balls,” that we’ll watch our nation replaced, shrug, retreat behind ever-taller fences, and wait for the final pogrom like sheep. He calls it inevitable. He’s wrong. Dead wrong. And here’s why, carved in fire:
This isn’t some timid European drawing room or post-apartheid fade-out. This is America—born in rebellion, baptized in revolution, tempered by sacrifice across centuries.
- 1775: Minute Men didn’t build fences—they stood on Lexington Green and fired the shot heard round the world.
- 1776: Signers pledged lives, fortunes, sacred honor—not comfort, not safety, everything.
- Valley Forge: Freezing, starving patriots didn’t quit; they forged steel in their souls.
- Every war since: Americans didn’t hunker; they stormed beaches, raised flags on mountains, charged machine guns because freedom demanded it.
- Today: 400+ million firearms. Armed citizens outnumber armies of most nations. A Second Amendment etched in our DNA. Veterans who’ve already bled for this land. Patriots awake, roaring, refusing replacement.
Yarvin sees lambs. We see lions—millions strong, God-fearing, Constitution-clutching, ready to defend the Republic with raw, unyielding power.
We don’t whisper defeat. We declare:
Not one inch. Not our children. Not ever.
The Republic was purchased with blood. It will be preserved the same way if tested. Borders fortified. Laws enforced. Tyranny crushed. Liberty eternal.
We throw our weight—and Heaven’s thunder—behind every patriot who stands. Shoulder to shoulder. Muskets modern, spirits ancient, resolve unbreakable.
This land bows to no doom prophecy. It answers with thunder:
Give me liberty—or give me death.