On January 6th I followed the crowd into the Capitol and shouted. Police stood by the whole time, hanging out with us and sometimes directing us places.
At one point near the House Chambers I was walking downstairs when a trio of some special section, secret service looking men started pointing guns in my direction.
Confused and annoyed, I walked the other way and when I saw a normal police officer asked him why they were doing that.
He informed me a protestor (Ashli Babbit) had been killed, and advised me to leave the building.
I walked towards the exit and after a short rest on the bench I left.
I harmed nobody and damaged no property that day and complied with all police orders.
What I received for that was a pre-dawn raid at my parents house, where my 1 month post-partum wife and I were staying, on Biden's first day in office. His DOJ had signed the order to arrest me 3 hours after his inauguration.
In the subsequent weeks I received death threats online and harassing phone calls, something that would be ongoing for the next few years.
I was banned from Meta and Paypal. My wife and I were both debanked by PNC and banned from Airbnb. My wife was detained at the airport for hours with our newborn daughter.
I was charged with 4 misdemeanors and the 1512 unconstitutional felony. The government offered to drop the misdemeanors if I pled to the felony. The felony was a lie, so I refused and went to trial.
At trial the prosecution for 2 days straight was allowed to show footage to the jury of things that occurred around the Capitol I wasn't present for "for context." When we asked to put forward footage that contradicted the prosecution's "context" we were not allowed. They could show what they wanted, we could not.
Police officers were then put on the stand for the next 2 days who cried about their experiences. I had no idea who they were. They admitted they never saw me or interacted with me.
Nevertheless like every other J6er, I lost, and was sentenced to 4 years and $22k in fines and restitution. Yet even after the Supreme Court overturned the felony, the judge would not let me out until my misdemeanor sentences of a year were maxed out. Because she can't count she actually kept me in longer - to the extent she intervened at the last minute to make the prison release me on a Sunday, something that is against BOP rules. My family sat outside the prison gates the Friday before practically the whole day waiting in vain because of this pettiness.
But the government wasn't satisfied with their pound of flesh: after my release they took me back in for resentencing, to attempt to have me resentenced after the fact to my misdemeanors consecutively, so I'd be taken from my family again and have another 1.5 years behind bars. This time I won, as they had no legal precedent and it skirted on violating double jeopardy since I had served my full prison time. Even still, it cast a cloud over the holidays and cost me another 20k my family couldn't afford.
People ask whether prison was bad, and yeah of course prison sucked. It was a hard and violent place. I was present for a stabbing, and was lucky to avoid two fights and a race war.
But dealing with Biden's DOJ and the DC Judiciary was the real trauma - they would grind down your spirit by weaponizing the legal system and use the endless procedure to bankrupt you. I had nightmares for months after release that I had somehow been hit with new charges.
By the time I was pardoned by President Trump, I had spent literally every single day of Biden's presidency either in prison or under some form of supervision. I had incurred over $300k in legal fees and over $1 million in lost business.
It was a reign of terror, and yet it was a mere foreshadowing of what they had planned for anyone else who opposed them under Kamala. The country should never forget it.
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Have you ever watched a horror movie with vampires?
Not sexy vampires for middle aged dumpy wine aunts to masturbate to, but actual lore accurate vampires?
The kind of movie where your grandfather is scratching at the window asking why you won't let him in, but there's something wrong with his eyes and the tone of his voice, and either that's not him, or worse yet, maybe it is him, but with everything that made him love you stripped away and replaced by insatiable hunger?
The main character is never stupid enough to let him in, is he?
It's always grandma.
About halfway through the movie.
And she's always the first to die, slaughtered the moment she opens that window, but almost everyone else sheltering in the house quickly, follows, leaving the protagonist and his scantily-dressed girlfriend to flee across the moors at night, pursued by the blood-hungry corpses of everyone else they ever loved.
You've seen that movie, right?
Well, I feel like I'm in that movie.
It's not that I hate grandma. She's nice. Loves people. Bakes cookies.
But she keeps trying to open the goddamned window.
Every time I point out that some institution of our former society is being worn as a skinsuit by corrupt self-interest masquerading as socialism masquerading as compassion, there's always those guys who are shocked and betrayed that I attacked their beloved thing.
No. Your beloved thing is gone. It doesn't matter what it did for you 30 years ago. It's not 30 years ago now. The soul of your beloved thing was eaten by a monster, and now it has become a monster itself.
It doesn't matter whether I'm talking about the Catholic church, Christianity in general, the Republican party, the American Medical Association, the NRA, Disney, whatever.
It's always the same. There's always the guy who is shocked, angry, and betrayed, because we're both supposed to be "right-wing", and here I am, attacking his beloved grandpa.
I must be an evil nihilist straight from the bowels of reddit.
But I am not trying to rob you. I am trying to help you.
That is not your grandpa.
That is a vampire.
What's almost worse is that there are some guys who do, eventually, understand. After they yell at me a bit and call me a grandpa-hater or something.
But the first thing they say, when they figure it out is...
"Can't we save the skinsuit?"
They're still hoping, on some level, that grandpa is still there. That there's a cure. That they can have their beloved institutions and traditions back.
Well, I'm not hopeful. I mean, I can't say for sure whether they can or can't, but that's not important. That's the wrong question.
We can't worry about saving Grandpa right now, because we have to save ourselves first. We have to survive the night.
And if you're not willing to stake Grandpa through the heart for that, or, worse yet, if you try to stop the rest of us, yelling "Grandpa! Noooooooo!", grabbing at someone's wrist as he's trying to raise the big wooden mallet, then...
Well, then you're not an enemy, but you are a liability.
And so we have to put you in the back seat. We can't stop attacking Vampire Grandpa to spare your feelings.
The hour is too late for us to listen to friends who can't tell the difference between us and the enemy.
This is one of the best lines of questioning I have ever seen in Congress. @RepMichaelCloud lays out the Biblical truth on charitable giving, taxes, debt and how so many do-gooders have it all backwards. Bravo. Watch: