Any “influencer” or podcaster who is telling you to stay home or vote for Democrats this November is rooting for our country to fail.
Republicans aren’t perfect but communism and Sharia law is way worse.
I encourage everyone to vote Republican this November.
Wanna know what set women back decades?
-OnlyFans
-Men in women's sports
-Lindsay Clancy
-Dylan Mulvaney
-Saying "birthing people"
NOT Sydney Sweeney
Say it loud for the retards in the back!!
Dear Michelle Obama.
Since you can’t seem to remember how blessed you are let me school your muthafuckin miserable ass.
You are married to the first Black president in American history.
You are the first Black First Lady in American history.
Because of that, you and Barack left the White House with a net worth of over $100 million.
Your Black ass got a multi-million-dollar book deal.
You and your gay ass husband walked away with a $60 million Netflix deal.
Yall own mansions.
Yall own beachfront property.
Yall own stock in major corporations.
Yalls kids and grandkids and great grandkids are set for life.
And yet you got the muthafuckin nerve to still be going on that fucked up podcast of yours whining like you picking cotton in 1855 instead of sipping champagne in Martha’s Vineyard.
No Black American woman will ever be as privileged as you are bitch.
So sit your ungrateful, race-hustling ass down and thank the country you spent 8 years shitting on.
America gave you EVERYTHING skank.
The least you could do is shut the fuck up and smile about it ho.
I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials.
If you see someone in their 40s or 50s who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something...
We already got it in.
Like...GOT. IT. IN.
We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun.
We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough.
We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer.
We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field.
INTO THE WOODS.
Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass?
And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm.
That was TALENT.
We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else.
There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends.
There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.”
And we FOLLOWED MIKE.
We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Atlantic City, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast.
And according to our parents? We were at Michelle’s house.
Eating pizza and watching movies.
Michelle’s mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Michelle.
We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process.
We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on.
We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet.
We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction.
We rode in cars with 11 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback.
And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop.
So yes...now we like being home.
We like sweatpants.
We like cancelling plans.
We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending.
We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table.
We like being home by 8:17.
And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?”
Sleeping...we are sleeping.
Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement.
We already played, partied and danced on the bar.
We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl.
We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones.
So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Dateline at 8 PM and think:
“God, you guys are boring.”
Sweetheart...oh sweetheart.
You are looking at retired legends.
Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented.
xoxoxo (posted from someone else on FakeBook) 🤣 #genx #oldandtired
@HealthRanger How come he didn't mention Reid Hoffman? That drifter didn't do anything but release names that were already public from the email drop. He didn't do shit, and won't do shit, but talk shit!
Every Woke Reich podcaster who called Trump a pedophile and said Israel was a pedophile haven has nothing to say about the Pakistani Muslim grooming gang report out of the UK…
It tells me everything I need to know about who funds the Woke Reich and their push to destroy America.
Candace Owens, Dec. 2024: Accuses Hunter Biden of sexually abusing his underage niece after allegedly getting her hooked on crack.
VS.
Candace Owens, May 2026: Welcomes Hunter Biden into her home, smiling ear to ear as he tops her wishlist of people to interview.
Let’s be honest: after Candace Owens’ history of going to bat for convicted sexual predators (including a proven child molester), she likely couldn’t care less whether Hunter did the things she accused him of. The grift changed. That’s all that matters.