@iluminatibot@SenRonJohnson My wife and I truly appreciate your work with this absolute hoax and mismanagement of our medical system regarding COVID leading to criminal actions and thousands of unnecessary deaths. Thank you for your service as it is very much appreciated!
I'm just a regular American guy.
I work hard, pay my taxes, coach my kids’ teams, go to church on Sunday, and love this country with everything I’ve got.
I’m not a politician.
I’m not famous.
I’m just one of millions of us who are sick and tired of watching everything we built get torn down.
I’m sick and tired of grown men in dresses being celebrated while little girls are told they’re “bigoted” for wanting privacy in the locker room.
I'm sick and tired of America getting pimped out by it's own people.
I'm sick and tired of watching people who hate my country elect people who hate my country.
I’m sick and tired of grooming disguised as “inclusion” and “pride.”
I’m sick and tired of radical Islam being protected and imported.
I’m sick and tired of watching our politicians bend over backwards for people who don’t even want to be here.
I’m sick and tired of 90% of the clowns in Washington on both sides who hate us, mock us, and spend our money like it’s theirs.
I’m sick and tired of the rules that only apply to us while they live like kings and tell us we’re the problem.
I’m sick and tired of feeling like the country I grew up in is being deliberately replaced and I’m supposed to shut up and smile about it.
I'm sick and tired of Mitch McConnell's stroke face, Nancy Pelosi's Botox smile, Shri Thanedar's 7-11 accent, and having to look at the shine on Ayana Pressley's bald f'n head.
I’m sick and tired of politicians promising the world, delivering nothing, and then blaming us for being frustrated.
I’m sick and tired of drag queen story hour being called “family friendly” while a normal dad coaching baseball gets labeled toxic masculinity.
I’m sick and tired of hearing “love is love” right up until someone wants to love their own culture and traditions without apology.
I am sick and tired of seeing "rainbow everything" everywhere I go in June.
I am sick and tired of being told how to live my life by people who belong in an insane asylum.
People like me, people like you just want to be left alone.
We want to wake up, work hard, chase the American Dream, provide for our families, and go to bed knowing our kids are safe and not being indoctrinated.
We want to love God without apology.
Love our wives and husbands, raise strong sons and daughters who know right from wrong.
We want to grill in the backyard, fly the flag, and continue to live free in the greatest country on earth.
That’s it.
No special treatment.
No parades.
No apologies.
Just the simple life our parents and grandparents fought for.
We’re not asking for the moon.
We’re asking to keep what made America great in the first place.
If you’re reading this and every word just hit you in the chest…you’re not crazy.
You’re not alone.
You’re not wrong.
You're just a pissed off freedom-loving American patriot.
Welcome to the f'n club.
MAGA forever.
No, Tom. Shut the fuck up and listen, Tom...
The man walked into that gilded snake pit at Davos and eviscerated the entire globalist cabal with the cold, unflinching precision of a predator who’s done toying with prey. On their stage. Under their lights. Broadcast on their networks. Forced every last one of them...those smug, self-appointed overlords...to sit in silence while he carved their rotten empire to the bone.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t need to. His voice was low, steady, absolute. Every sentence a kill shot.
He exposed the climate hoax for the multi-trillion-dollar wealth transfer it is. He named the open-borders agenda as the deliberate dilution of sovereign nations.
He called out the currency wars, the offshoring scams, the engineered collapse of Western industry...all of it orchestrated by the same parasites who lecture the rest of us about “sustainability” while burning jet fuel to fly their private fleets into Switzerland for a week of mutual back-patting and champagne.
This wasn’t anger. This was execution.
They perched there in their tailored hypocrisy...cashmere sweaters, bespoke suits, faces frozen in that practiced mask of enlightened concern...while the President of the United States looked them dead in the eye and ended their charade.
Politely. Ruthlessly.
He informed them, in plain language, that the days of America bankrolling their utopian delusions, their population-replacement schemes, their digital surveillance grid, their endless wars for “democracy”...all of it funded by the American taxpayer...are finished. Done. Over.
He put the entire Davos class...the unelected technocrats, the hedge-fund vampires, the NGO grifters, the media courtesans...on explicit notice: your reign of unchallenged arrogance is terminated. We see every tentacle of your operation. We know exactly what you are: a parasitic elite that has feasted on the productive class for decades while selling the corpse back to us as “progress.”
What you diagnose as “mental disturbance” is what unfiltered strength looks like to cowards who’ve spent their lives groveling before power.
What you label “embarrassing” is the sound of a sovereign people finally refusing to kneel.
What you find “dangerous” is the sight of your entire worldview collapsing in real time, live on global television, delivered by a man who cannot be bought, bullied, or bribed.
He didn’t just address that room. He spoke past them...directly to the hundreds of millions who’ve been looted, lectured, and lied to by these people. To every factory worker whose job was shipped overseas.
To every parent watching their child’s school being turned into an indoctrination camp. To every citizen tired of watching their borders erased while billionaires build moats around their own compounds.
That audience of predators just witnessed the beginning of their obsolescence. They felt it...the shift in the air, the sudden realization that the protection racket they’ve run for fifty years has a new sheriff, and he’s not asking nicely anymore.
They know what’s coming. They felt the ground move under their feet. And they’re terrified.
So go ahead, Tom. Keep clutching your pearls. Keep diagnosing from your safe, sanitized distance.
The rest of us recognize the sound of history correcting itself.
Sleep lightly. The reckoning isn’t coming.
It’s already here.
Coming to America is like visiting someone’s home. You come through a door opened by the owner, not climb in unannounced through a window. If they take off their shoes, you do the same.
Come legally. Assimilate. Engage in shared civic rituals like singing the National Anthem.
This isn’t my strong suit and I don’t even know how to begin to put into words the loss I am feeling right now over the assassination of Charlie Kirk. Charlie wasn’t just a friend — he was like a little brother to me - and to millions of people around the world - he was a true inspiration.
He was one of the most courageous, principled men I’ve ever known, and he lived every day with purpose. His faith in God was unshakable, his love for Erika was inspiring, and the way he adored and cared for his two beautiful kids showed the kind of man he truly was.
Charlie dedicated his life to something bigger than himself. He fought tirelessly for this country, for the values that make America great, and for the next generation. The impact he had on young people — reaching them in masses, giving them courage to stand up, to think for themselves, and to fight for freedom — is immeasurable. There is no question that Charlie’s work and his voice helped my father win the presidency. He changed the direction of this nation.
Charlie was never a threat to anyone. He was civil, he was kind, he listened and responded with respect. The only “threat” he ever posed was that he was incredibly effective. He was a powerful messenger of truth, and people heard that truth. That’s what made him a target.
This loss is absolutely devastating — not only for Erika and the kids, but for our country. We’ve lost a leader, a fighter, and a man whose character and conviction were rare. Too rare. To think that his life was cut short by a brutal, heinous, evil act is beyond comprehension. It is horrible and it is heartbreaking.
Moments like this remind us just how fragile life is. We can’t wait to tell people how much they mean to us — we can’t admire them in silence. Charlie knew he was loved, but I want to say it again: he was a brother to me, and I will carry that with me forever.
I know Charlie’s legacy doesn’t end here. He poured into millions of young people who will carry forward the torch he lit. He built something that will outlast him, because it was grounded in faith, in truth, and in courage. And as his friend, I will never forget him. I’ll honor him by loving boldly, speaking truth without fear, and continuing his spirit of courage. His fight lives on in all of us who loved him.
This is an unimaginable loss. For me, for his family, for everyone who loved him, and for America. Rest in peace, brother. You will be missed more than words can ever say — but your legacy will never be forgotten and we will keep fighting the good fight.