Robert Kelly

Christian, conservative, happily married, father. supporter of the Constitution.

[Robert Kelly @RobertAPPilot]

@Cernovich Huh. Happened to me last night. Woke up, cried for help from Jesus. Went back to sleep.

Demons are getting desperate? Not sure. But definitely louder.

[DataRepublican (small r) @DataRepublican]

I caused a lot of online furor the past weekend, and caught the eye of Candace Owens.

This essay is written in my own voice, because I wanted to be honest on everything that happened. https://t.co/F6ZRmAOz0z

[Cynical Publius @CynicalPublius]

Let me just say something.

I've known Data Republican longer than most of you. She became an online friend back when my X account was much bigger than her X account.

I saw her making predictions about the 2024 election that were different than everybody else, grounded in novel analyses of data points nobody else ever looked at, and even before the actual election results proved that she was the most accurate electoral analyst on Planet Earth, I like to flatter myself and think that I spotted her analytical genius very early on.

I got to know her as a result of my admiration for her work.

I have talked to her a lot over the past couple of years. She is genuine. She is who she says she is, in every way. She is not an "op." She is not funded by [FILL IN THE BLANK OF WHATEVER ORGANIZATION YOU DESPISE]. She is an independent, extremely smart person with strong Christian moral convictions. She does what she thinks is right, and she stands in the fire bravely, in a way that few of us could ever bear.

Is she perfect? No. We all make mistakes. But you know what? When she does, she owns up to those mistakes, unlike 99% of the other "influencers" out there.

Which makes me admire her even more.

If you are one of those people who keep insisting she is some sort of paid information warfare operative as part of whatever conspiracy du jour has infested your inflamed cerebral cortex, you can just stick it, idiot.

I'm done.

[IMPERATOR @IMPERATORAUS]

Put you on the armour of God, that you may be able to stand against the deceits of the devil.

For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood; but against principalities and powers, against the rulers of the world of this darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places.

[Robert Kelly @RobertAPPilot]

@edgaralandough That book is brilliant. Good thread.

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

I’ve spent endless hours studying Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, the most influential Stoic text.

I’ve found 13 disturbing quotes that will completely rewire your brain.

Take notes:

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

P.S Perfection is an illusion.

Stop chasing it.

What you need is relentless discipline and the guts to face reality.

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

vi. “The rottenness of another man’s character is none of your concern.”

[Tom Kratman @TKratman]

Just out of curiosity, and remember, here, that this is not only a war between Russia and the Ukraine, but also a war between globalism and nationalism...

So imagine the Ukraine wins. (No, I don't think they will, but just imagine.) They think they're fighting for their nation, and, of course, at one level they are. But at the other level they're fighting for globalism, cosmopolitanism, George Soros, Klaus Schwab, the WEF, the NATO Defense at the Expense of America Society, the Frankfurt School, Zuckerberg, Bezos, Billzebub, the Twitterati, the Democratic Party, the EU, the UN, Black Rock, Deloitte, and all that ilk.

So my question is, for how many people would it be worth it for the Ukraine to win, if the price of that is being ruled by George Soros, Klaus Schwab, the WEF, NATO, the Frankfurt School, Zuckerberg, Bezos, Gates, the Twitterati, the Democratic Party, the EU, the UN, Black Rock, Deloitte, etc?

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Since she was seven years old, a high school swimmer woke up to an alarm clock ringing in the dark at 4:45 AM.

For ten straight years, while other kids were sleeping, she smelled like chlorine. Her shoulders ached every single day. Her fingers were pruned before the sun even rose. She missed school dances. She missed birthday parties. She spent five thousand hours in cold water chasing one dream: a college athletic scholarship.

Last March, at the regional championship finals, she stood on the starting block.

Two lanes over was a biological male who had competed on the men's team for three years before switching to the women's division.

She swam the race of her entire life. She shaved 1.2 seconds off her personal best. Her lungs felt like they were full of broken glass.

She touched the wall and looked up at the digital clock.
Second place.
The male swimmer beat her by four full body lengths.

When they handed out the trophies, she stood on the second-place block, holding back tears so hard her throat locked up, forced to smile and clap while school officials cheered for "inclusion."

The college scholarship that was supposed to pay for her education was handed to the person standing on the first-place podium.

Fifty years ago, brave women fought for Title IX so their daughters would have an equal playing field.
Now, school boards and athletic directors have sacrificed female athletes on the altar of progressive applause.

Look that eighteen-year-old girl in the eye and tell her:
Why did we tell our daughters they could achieve anything through hard work, if we are going to let biological men steal their trophies and take their futures?

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Derek Chauvin was unjustly convicted of murder, therefore he should be freed.

The facts show that he was not the cause of death, nor did he at any time intend for a death to occur. Whatever else he may be, he is not a murderer.

That is the truth.

[Cynical Publius @CynicalPublius]

One final bump on this article, as I always do, so the algo sees it.

The Left is shifting who its organized hate focuses on.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I put on black to mourn an American, and I walked into a party.

I thought I had the wrong house. There was music. There was laughter, real laughter, the kind that bends people in half. There was, I am not exaggerating, a smoker in the yard the size of a small submarine, and the dead man's favorite ribs were on it, cooked to his exact instructions, which he had left behind, because he had planned this.

He planned his own party. He knew he was dying, and he spent some of his last good days deciding what songs we would hear and what meat we would eat while missing him.

I found his widow. I prepared the careful, quiet words my culture keeps for this. I lowered my head.

She hugged me, hard, laughing, and said, "Did you hear the one about him and the boat? Oh, you have to hear the boat one."

And she told me a story about her husband and a boat, and it was so stupid, and so him, and she laughed until she had to hold my arm, and then, in the same breath, with no seam at all, she was crying, and still holding my arm, and neither of us moved.

That is the thing I could not have invented.

They do not separate it here. The grief and the laughing are not two rooms. They are one room. They put the joke and the wound on the same plate and eat both, together, out loud, in the yard, over his ribs.

An old friend stood and roasted the dead man for ten minutes. Called him cheap. Called him stubborn. Told a story that made his own grandmother scream with laughter. And by the end the man was weeping openly into the microphone, and said, "God, I'm gonna miss you, you cheap, stubborn son of a," and could not finish, and did not need to.

I came to lower my eyes in silence.

I stayed until midnight, laughing, eating a dead man's ribs, learning the boat story well enough to tell it myself one day.

That is what he wanted. He wanted to be missed at a party. He wanted the last thing his people did in his name to be laugh.

Where I come from, we honor the dead by going quiet.

Here they honor them by refusing to. And I am no longer certain the silence was ever the kinder one.

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

Noble People: We will rape your daughters. We will f**k your civilization. We will erase your history. We will force you to submit to our religion. If not, we will kill you and all of you disgusting non-believers.

American lawyers: Woah! That's illegal.

Noble People: Our religion allows us to do this.

American lawyers: Oh apologies. Carry on. We have freedom of religion here.

Civilizational Seppuku via Suicidal Empathy.

[NOBUNAGA��🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Rick Rescorla ran surprise fire drills that Morgan Stanley's brokers openly hated.

He was head of security. Every three months, no warning, everybody out. Senior executives included. Traders in the middle of eight figure deals were marched down forty flights of stairs in pairs, at his pace, while he timed them.

They complained about it for years. He did not care.

Rescorla was a Cornishman who joined the British Army at sixteen, came to America, took citizenship, and got a commission in the US Army. He was a second lieutenant at Ia Drang in November 1965, the first major battle of the Vietnam War. He is the soldier on the cover of We Were Soldiers Once And Young.

One of the men who was in that valley with him described lying in a hole with dead men around them and their knees knocking, and Rescorla walking through it singing Cornish songs.

After the truck bomb went off in the World Trade Center garage in 1993, Rescorla told his employer the building would be hit again, from the air, and that they should get out of it. Morgan Stanley had a lease.

So he drilled them instead.

September 11, 2001. The first plane hits the North Tower. The building announcement tells everyone in the South Tower to stay at their desks.

Rescorla ignored it, picked up a bullhorn, and started moving 2,700 people down the stairwells. Most of them were already below the impact line when the second plane hit their tower at 9:02.

Then he sang. Into a bullhorn, in a stairwell, to keep several thousand terrified office workers moving at a steady pace and not trampling each other. God Bless America. The same Cornish songs from the hole at Ia Drang.

He got a call through to his wife and told her to stop crying, that he had to get these people out, and that if anything happened to him she should know he had never been happier in his life.

When his people were down, somebody told him he was finished and should go.

He pointed up the stairwell toward the screaming and said there were still people up there.

Last seen on the tenth floor. Going up. His body was never recovered.

Nearly three thousand people died in those two towers. Six of them worked for Morgan Stanley.

He spent eight years making them rehearse something that was never going to happen.
It happened, and they already knew the way down. 🇺🇸

[Robert Kelly @RobertAPPilot]

@RiseOfAlberta Absolutely.

[Rise Of Alberta @RiseOfAlberta]

Americans, if Alberta voted to separate from Canada would you support recognizing it as an Independent nation?

[Robert Kelly @RobertAPPilot]

@ammolab1 SA XD. Any mod.