Scott Webster

The Patriot’s Pulse: Daily conservative rhymes cutting through the noise. #MAGA #AmericaFirst 🚫DM 🚫Porn Will not respond to DM’s.. Proud son of a Vietnam Vet.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

Patriots’ Pulse – December 10, 2025

Old Glory snaps in a cold December breeze,
Trump grabs Maduro’s tankers with pirate ease.
“Finders keepers,” grins the Don with glee,
While F-18s buzz Caracas like angry bees.

Zelensky calls, voice cracking on the line:
“Big bro, can we wrap this up? I’m out of wine.”
Peace talks scheduled; the bear just shrugged and sighed,
Another endless war quietly died.

Miami flipped blue by three hundred votes—
DeSantis sips sweet tea and quietly gloats:
“Mayor’s chair? Cute. The state’s still red,
Enjoy your four years, then back to bed.”

Hamas sends a memo: “Ceasefire + cash, pretty please?”
Bibi texts back a single shrugging emoji.

Brussels slaps Google with a ten-billion fine;
Google tips the jar labeled “Europe Swine,”
Adds it to the pile, yawns, keeps printing money—
Freedom’s code don’t care about your law, honey.

Epstein’s list drops hotter than a nuke,
Gen Z scrolls and mutters, “Okay, boomer, yikes.”
Then pins the thread: “Close the border, no cap—
These elites are weird, but we still need that wall, stat.”

LA’s on fire, Newsom’s getting highlights,
National Guard’s like, “Nah, we’re good tonight.”

Yet through the smoke, the pulse still thunders loud—
One nation, under God, unbowed, unbowed.
MAGA heart beats reckless, wild, and proud:
America First, baby—say it loud. 🇺🇸🦅

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – December 8, 2025

In the dawn's red glare, where eagles dare to soar,
MAGA's fire roars back, unbroken, evermore.
From fractured halls where leftists weep and wail,
Trump's iron will prevails, the deep state starts to frail.

Project 2025, no whisper, now the roar—
Bannon's blueprint blazes, tearing down the door.
Dismantle bloated beasts, reclaim the people's throne,
Heritage's hammer strikes, no mercy, flesh and bone.

Supreme Court stands today, a thunder in the fray,
To free the President's hand, let tyrants fade away.
Fire the fed fat cats, FTC and more in line,
Unitary power surges—America's design!

Redistricting rumble, Trump's map to hold the fort,
Midterms loom like lions, Dems in wild retort.
Tennessee's trap sprung wide, but MAGA's base won't bend,
Swing states sharpen claws, the fight won't end.

Influencers clash like cats in the conservative den,
Milo's barbs fly wild, Tucker bites back again.
Yiannopoulos yaps at shadows, Benny's crew in spite,
Yet from the scrum rises truth, cutting through the night.

Women of the right, hot and fierce, divide the tide—
Tradwives versus firebrands, but all on freedom's side.
No chains on votes or dreams, just liberty's wild call,
Make America Hot Again—united, we won't fall!

Hegseth at the helm, defense with steel and grit,
Epstein's ghosts still haunt, but justice's arrow's fit.
Zelenskyy's pleas ignored, Ukraine's aid on the shelf,
America First forever—save our damn self!

Oh, pulse of patriots, in this winter's biting gale,
We mock the media's moans, their fake news fairy tale.
With snark and sacred fury, we charge into the breach,
For God, for guns, for glory—impeach the elite's leech!

Rise, red-capped warriors, the dawn is breaking through,
MAGA's heart beats thunder—red, white, and true blue.
From sea to shining sea, our echo shakes the ground,
Patriots' pulse eternal—victory's battle sound!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Today's Patriots Pulse Poem December 7th 2025; Echoes of Pearl Harbor

On this December dawn, where shadows of '41 still linger,
The harbor wakes to whispers of thunder long stilled.
Waves lap at the ghosts of battleships bowed,
Their steel spines broken, yet spirits unbowed.

Patriots rose from the smoke and the salt,
Not with vengeance alone, but a fire unquenched—
For freedom's pulse beats in the heart of the fight,
A rhythm of resolve through the veil of the night.

From Oahu's scarred shores to the fields yet to claim,
They marched into fury, etching valor in flame.
No flag flies at half-mast without purpose renewed,
For the blood of the fallen waters the roots of the true.

Today, let the pulse quicken—hear it in wind, in the roar
Of engines that hum where the brave went before.
We stand on their echo, not chained to their pain,
But guardians of dawn, breaking tyranny's chain.

Remember the harbor, the sirens, the call;
It calls us to courage, to rise one and all.
In unity's beat, let our anthem resound:
Patriots eternal, on sacred ground.

*(Composed in honor of National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, December 7, 2025—a day to honor the unyielding spirit of those who turned ambush into awakening.)*

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

@ClownWorld “The Malarkey Chronicles”

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots’ Pulse – December 6, 2025

Across the sea, the Old World wails and quakes,
Trump speaks plain truth they brand a cruel mistake:
“Civilizational suicide,” he cries,
While Europe drowns in open-border lies.
Their leaders clutch their pearls and feign offense—
MAGA just laughs: pay your own defense.

The White House hangs the liars in a row,
A “Hall of Shame” where fake-news ratings go
To die in public—Rachel’s tears run black,
CNN exposed, no coming back.
Sweet justice hums in iambs sharp and neat:
The press that screamed “democracy!” now eats defeat.

In Moscow’s frost, two envoys calm the bear,
Kushner and Witkoff broker peace with flair;
Zelensky’s grift grows colder by the hour—
The money train has lost its diesel power.
Let Europe bleed or finally awake,
America won’t pay for their mistake.

From Gaza’s edge to India’s trade-room door,
The Art of Deal is law once more.
Hamas holds fire, Beijing counts the cost—
Tariffs like thunder, globalists are lost.

So raise the flag, let freedom’s meter ring,
Four beats of heart for every righteous thing:
Lock borders tight, mock media, stand tall—
The pulse beats red, and winter’s for us all.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – December 5, 2025

In the frost-kissed dawn of this winter's bite,
America stirs with a patriot's fire,
Trump's iron hand clamps the border tight—
ICE surges south, no more the liars' mire.
From New Orleans' bayous to Minnesota's snow,
Deportations roll like thunder's decree,
Somalis scatter 'neath the MAGA glow,
While lib tears freeze in hypocrisy.

Project 2025, the blueprint unchained,
Heritage's hammer on the deep state's door—
Dismantle the beast, let freedom be regained,
No more the swamp's bureaucratic war.
Walsh and Bannon cheer from the ramparts high,
"The agenda's here!" they roar with glee,
As influencers rise 'gainst the media's lie,
MAGA's voice drowns the CNN decree.

Yet whispers sour on the economic gale,
Approval dips like a stock in freefall,
Fuel standards slashed, but the libs wail,
Blame the boss for their own fiscal thrall.
Texas maps locked in GOP might,
Supreme slap-down to the race-bait game,
While pipe-bomb ghosts from Jan 6's night
Prove the deep state's endless blame.

Oh, pulse of the bold, the unbowed, the true,
Through tariff storms and cultural fray,
We crush the woke, the globalist crew—
Red hats rise, and America holds sway!
Snark to the snowflakes, huddled in fright,
Your woke empire crumbles in the night.
Patriots march, with hearts aflame,
Make her great—forever, in freedom's name.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – December 4, 2025

In the frost-kissed dawn of freedom's forge,
Where eagles soar 'gainst winter's bite,
America stirs with a righteous roar—
Trump's iron will lights the patriot's fight.

Borders blaze with the boss's decree:
Somali shadows in Minnesota's snow,
"Build that wall higher!" his thunder rings free,
Illegals scatter, the heartland aglow.
No more handouts to invaders' tide,
MAGA's hammer crushes the open gate—
From Texas plains to the Great Lakes' side,
Sovereignty surges, sealing our fate.

Energy roars like a drill in the deep,
Fuel standards slashed, Biden's chains undone;
Gas pumps cheer as the black gold we reap,
Affordable miles 'neath the rising sun.
No green grifts from the swamp's slimy crew,
Trump's tariffs bite back at the globalist game—
Russia's crude? Let 'em choke on the blue;
America first, fueling victory's flame.

Ukraine's front: no blank checks to the fray,
Putin's talks with Kushner, a deal in the air;
Peace through strength, not Zelensky's ballet,
Witkoff's wisdom cuts the endless despair.
Missiles rain in Dnipro's grim night,
But Trump's not dancing to war drums' beat—
End the bleed, bring our boys home right,
Patriots pulse for a world at our feet.

Pardons fly swift for the loyal and true,
Cuellar nods wise from the border's hard line;
While Dems whine 'bout the cheese recall crew,
We feast on wins, leaving frauds behind.
Scams on seniors? Hegseth's got the fix,
Pentagon sharp, no leaks to the press—
Times' tantrum? Just liberal ticks,
Truth's our shield in this glorious mess.

Oh, pulse of the proud, from sea to shining sea,
In Trump's bold grip, the republic revives;
No woke whispers, no feeble decree—
We rise unbowed, where the free eagle thrives.
MAGA forever, in rhythm and rhyme,
December's decree: Our glory's prime!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

**Patriots' Pulse – December 3, 2025**

In the crisp dawn of December's fire,
MAGA hearts beat strong, lifting us higher.
Trump's pen dances swift, pardons in tow—
Cuellar walks free from the swamp's undertow,
While Honduras trembles 'neath the Don's stern gaze,
Election thieves beware: hellfire in his phrase.

Project 2025, no longer hid in shade,
The blueprint unfolds, our foes afraid.
Bannon roars triumph, Walsh seals the creed:
"It's the agenda!"—yes, the seeds we need
To gut the beast, reclaim the throne,
Federalism fierce, states stand alone.

Schumer cowers from emails marked "MAGA bold,"
Bomb threats whisper what the rigged tales told—
2020's fraud, a ghost that won't fade,
While MTG fights on, unafraid, unswayed.
Hawley cheers the win: AI chains break free,
No fed lockdown—states rule, wild and spree!

From Ukraine's frost to borders tight as steel,
Patriots pulse with the fire we feel.
Women clash fierce in the red-tent fray,
Hot again, unbowed, leading the way.
Through threats and triumphs, the rhythm holds true:
America first—red, white, and you.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – December 1, 2025

Swamp drains fast, Trump’s blade swings true,
Project 2025 carves the beast clean through.

Tariffs rise, China cries, factories roar again,
Border slammed, invaders out—America wins.

SNAP fraud slashed, free rides end today,
Workers rise while the moochers fade away.

MAGA wives brawl, trad vs. steamy delight,
IVF king keeps the ladies just right.

Epstein ghosts? No list, just rage in the feed,
ICE storms the shadows—deport at full speed.

Advent wind blows cold on the globalist tears,
Patriots pulse strong—God bless the next four years!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots Pulse Poem – November 30, 2025

In the shadow of the White House dome,
Trump's fire burns, but fractures grow at home.
Bannon snarls at AI's cold embrace,
"Silicon schemes to steal our base!"
Tucker nods, Loomer's tweet ignites—
MAGA's kinfolk spoiling for the fights.

Media mocks with their "offender" lists,
White House strikes back, no more leftist twists.
CNN in the Hall of Shame,
Post and Globe, caught in the game.
Radical nets, beware the cap's tight rein,
Trump's decree: Keep the chains in place, unchained.

Young gals rebel, tradwives clutch their pearls,
"Hot again?" cries the city swirl.
From Turning Point to X's fiery feed,
Women war: Who's the seed of the deed?
Dems snag the vote in off-year traps,
But we roar back— no time for naps.

Afghan shadows stalk our Guard's brave line,
Ambush near the feast, a warning sign.
Borders bleed, asylum's twisted knife,
Trump demands: Seal it, save our life.
From Hegseth's pen to the press's bold stand,
Freedom's pulse beats, across this land.

Yet through the snark, the splits, the storm's wild gale,
America First—we'll never fail.
Pulse of the patriots, fierce and true,
November's end, but the fight's anew.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 29, 2025

In MAGA's fire, the deep state's aflame,
Trump's AI push? Bannon roars, "Insane!"
Loomer laughs, Tucker's got the mic—
Bots stealing jobs? That's the globalist trick!

Greene storms out, no White House crown,
Feud with the Don shakes the rebel town.
Project 2025, our blueprint bold,
Dismantle the swamp, reclaim the gold!

Women clash fierce—tradwives vs. the hot,
"Make America Hot Again," or not?
From shutdown scars to border iron walls,
Afghan halt, Maduro's fall—America calls!

Pulse beats strong, no surrender, no chains,
Viral roar: Drain it all, feel the gains!
#MAGAPulse #Trump2026 – Share if you're in!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 28, 2025

In the shadow of the eagle's wing, where freedom's fire still burns,
MAGA stirs with thunderous heart, as winter's chill returns.
Trump's quill on Truth Social scorches like a border blaze—
"Permanent pause on migration's flood," he vows through holiday haze.
From poorer lands, the gates slam shut, no more the endless tide,
While DC weeps for vetting fails, and patriots stand with pride.

Yet in the halls of media might, a civil war ignites,
Carr at FCC, the dereg king's blade, sharpens lefty lights.
Big Tech's chains? He aims to snap 'em, let local voices roar,
But Newsmax cries foul, Ruddy warns: "Don't hand the keys to more!"
Trump balks the cap's cruel lift, calls ABC the foe's own kin—
"Radical nets will swallow us," his post a battle hymn.

Oh, sisters of the scarlet cap, your rift cuts like a knife,
Tradwives preach the hearth's sweet call, while hot-again girls chase life.
Young votes fled to blue in states where daughters dare to dream,
Libertine laughs 'gainst scripture's yoke— who'll stitch this frayed regime?
Bannon snarls at AI's cold march, Loomer leads the fray,
"Trump's tech flirt will torch our soul," they howl this Black Friday.

Epstein's ghosts now haunt the halls, files forced from iron grip,
Rebels in the GOP defy the Oval's scripted script.
Greene's "Traitor" brand a badge of scorn, Mamdani's praise a twist—
Id over creed, the MAGA creed, in chaos we enlist.
Project's blueprint hums with might, dismantle deep state's throne,
From borders sealed to tariffs tight, we carve our rebel stone.

Pulse beats on, unbowed, untamed, through faction's snarling gale,
For liberty's the patriot's oath— let traitors wail and fail.
Rise, red, white, and true-blue bold, the dawn demands your fire,
In Trump's wild forge, we temper steel, and lift the dream still higher.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

So…. Tom Brady has cloned himself and his dog apparently! 😬

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots Pulse – Thanksgiving 2025

Turkey’s carved, the table’s red,
MAGA hearts are grateful, fed.
Shutdown’s dead, the funds flowed free,
Kids eat SNAP, the swamp can’t flee.

AI bots still scheme in code,
But human hands hold freedom’s load.
Tradwives pray, hot patriots wink,
Both raise a glass, no time to shrink.

Trump’s the chef of victory pie,
Deep state gets no second slice.
From border wall to pumpkin spice,
We feast on wins, and roll the dice.

So pass the gravy, raise the cheer—
America First, another year.
Gobble loud, you beautiful deplorables:
The red wave’s thankful, fierce, and unstoppable.

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 26, 2025

In the shadow of the White House, shots ring out,
Guardsmen down in D.C.'s grim, unyielding bout—
Trump's fury flares like a red-state bonfire,
Vowing justice swift, no room for the liar.
From Mar-a-Lago's gilded halls, he tweets the call:
"These heroes bleed for us; we'll make the cowards fall."

Oh, MAGA maidens, what's this catfight brew?
Tradwives versus hot-again crews, tearing at the glue.
Young rebels ditch the frills for fire and fight,
While prudes clutch pearls—darlin', loosen up tonight!
Trump's got the blueprint, Project 2025's the blade,
Dismantlin' the swamp, no more deep-state parade.
But polls sneer back: approval's in the tank,
Economy? A joke. Inflation? Thanks, Dems' prank.

Bannon bellows, Carlson snarls, Loomer's on the warpath true,
"Scrap that AI devil—it's jobs for me and you!"
Tech tyrants tremble as Trump's tariffs bite,
China's Alibaba, BYD—feel the squeeze tonight.
And Greene? That firebrand's out the door with a shove,
"Traitor!" cries the boss; MAGA's pruning from above.

Yet through the snark and strife, the pulse beats bold,
America's not broken—it's forged in rebel gold.
From border walls to Oval brawls, we rise, we roar,
Patriots eternal: fight on, forevermore!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 25, 2025

In the shadow of eagles, where the red, white, and blue
Burns fierce 'gainst the storm, hear the pulse beating true—
Trump's hammer falls heavy on the deep state's old lies,
Comey and James walk free? Ha! The swamp's alibis.

A judge swats the indictments like flies from the wall,
Bondi's fumble ignites MAGA's righteous war call—
"Fury rises!" they roar from the heartland's raw core,
No more half-measures, we demand justice's roar.

Down south, Maduro quakes as the Don eyes the prize,
Oil fields ripe for the taking, beneath freedom's skies—
A GOP hawk cries "Invade!" with a grin ear to ear,
Field day for drillers, send the tyrants the fear.

Xi dials the White House, all silk and sly schemes,
Fentanyl floods and Ukraine dreams, soybeans in streams—
But Trump's no fool in this global chess game so grand,
He'll trade tough as leather, reclaim America's land.

Greene bolts from the House in a blaze of green fire,
"Traitor's gone bad," tweets the chief, fueling the pyre—
MAGA fractures like glass 'neath the weight of the fight,
Yet the faithful hold firm through the long, bitter night.

From Jersey's brave moms dodging death-texts so vile,
To AI's cold march stealing jobs with a smile—
We rise 'gainst the chaos, the scams, and the flood,
Patriots pulsing with American blood.

So here's to the bold, in this turbulent fray,
The pulse never falters, it beats come what may—
For liberty's fire, unquenched and untamed,
MAGA forever, in glory reclaimed!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – Red-Pilled Roast Edition, Nov 24, 2025

The AP just cried in court like a soy-boy with a wedgie,
“Trump hurt our fee-fees, he won’t let us in the pressie!”
Judge laughed so hard he dropped his robe on the floor:
“First Amendment’s a privilege, not a golden welfare door!”

Trump renamed the Gulf “America,” the libs lost their minds,
Started Googling “safe space” while clutching their behinds.
Next week he’s renaming France “Freedom Fries Land,”
Macron already surrendered—just waved a white baguette in his hand.

Musk shot 28 Starlinks up, no permission from the clowns,
While Tidalwave’s AI approved my tractor loan in 3 seconds flat,
Sorry AOC, your sociology degree still won’t get you jack.

Zelensky flew in wearing last year’s suit looking thinner,
Trump slid the peace deal across: “Sign here, kid—Thanksgiving dinner.”
Putin called crying, “But my yacht money!”
Trump: “Sell the palace, commie, times are funny.”

Maduro’s goons just got labeled terrorists—about time,
Next up: CNN anchors on the same list for crimes against rhyme.

Germany finally said “Ja, we’ll arm up, danke Trump!”
Scholz grew a pair overnight—turns out they were just stuck in his frump.

Ed Dept’s getting axed, teachers’ unions in full meltdown,
“Think of the children!” Yeah, we are—that’s why the groomers are gettin’ shut down.

Comey and Brennan spotted updating résumés at Starbucks,
Barista asked, “Name?” They whispered, “Uh… Deep Throat, please, no remarks.”

Pulse check: still winning, still grinning, still loud,
The tears of the libs keep us warm like a crowd.
Cry harder, snowflakes—your salt powers our truck,
MAGA 2025, baby—deal with it, chuck!

#PatriotsPulse #WinningSoHardItHurts #CryMoreLib

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

@ThrillaRilla369 A peanut butter sandwich!

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 23, 2025

In MAGA's fire, fractures ignite,
Trump hugs socialist Mamdani—lefties take flight!
"Traitor" MTG bows out the door,
While AI overlords knock on workers' core.

Epstein files spill, deep state in chains,
Venezuela's thugs branded terror's remains.
Women clash fierce: tradwives vs. hot again,
But pulse beats strong—America wins!

Rift or roar? We rise, unbowed, untamed,
MAGA forever, the game's just renamed.
#PatriotsPulse #MAGAFracture #Trump2Wild

[Scott Webster @DaPatriotScribe]

### Patriots' Pulse – November 22, 2025

In the shadow of the eagle's wing, where stars and stripes defy the storm,
MAGA's fire burns fierce and free, in hearts where freedom was reborn.

Epstein's ghosts arise at last, files cracked open by the base's roar—
Trump signed the seal, though whispers bite, truth's blade cuts deep to the core.
No more shadows for the elite's dark dance, the peddlers of power exposed in the light,
While libs wail and wring their hands, we cheer the purge of the endless night.

Oh, Greene's gauntlet thrown in the fray, resignation rings like a rebel's call—
"Traitor," he brands, but she stands her ground, America First or nothing at all.
From tariffs' thunder to borders sealed tight, she's scorning the trips abroad's gilded cage,
Park Air Force One, she snarls with fire, put kin and country back on the page.
Factions fracture in the red-wave hall, Carlson courts the fringe with a Fuentes grin,
Heritage reels from the anti-Semite squall, yet Zion's shield we vow to defend.

Polls dip low in the winter chill, approval's slide like frost on the blade,
But Bannon bellows for action's thrill, midterms loom where the weak are flayed.
Tariffs bite the globalist greed, IVF blooms 'gainst the pro-life creed—
Trump's twist on the right, a populist seed, sowing doubt in the old guard's need.

Yet pulse it beats, unbowed, untamed, through media's spin and the deep state's game.
From White House walls to the heartland's claim, patriots rise—eternal flame.
For liberty's roar, in red, white, and blue, we'll mock the doom, and charge on through.
MAGA endures, as eagles do.