Unpopular opinion: if you lose your high paying government job and the free market will not match it… you were an overpaid low-skill worker wasting taxpayer dollars.
I’m an absolute SUCKER for videos of nothing but the crowd noise… No commentary, no music, nothing but the crowd. A good crowd pop brings chills down my spine & water in my eyes…
This one from Buffalo tonight is an all-timer. Wow.
Between 60-80% of Central American women and girls are r*ped on the journey through Mexico toward the U.S. border. Women take birth control before they leave home because they expect to be r*ped on the way here. R*pe is not an “unfortunate possibility” in your open‑border fantasy, it is the operating assumption.
They happen under trees in the desert where underwear is hung like trophies, in stash houses where women are lined up and passed around to pay off smuggling “debts,” in buses and safe houses controlled by men you will never name. They happen to women who have no police to call, no lawyer, no camera, no hashtag. Their suffering existed for years without your protests, without your essays, without your threads. Not one of you virtue signaling fakes care.
Where were you when American citizens were being killed by men who never should have been here in the first place? Where were your marches for the families who buried daughters and wives because someone you insist is “no threat” drove drunk for the third time, or stabbed someone in an alley, or shot a woman on a pier after multiple deportations? Where were your social‑media crusades for the women joggers who never made it home because they ran into a man who walked through an open door you demanded stay open?
You did not flood the streets for the women and girls r*ped on the route. You did not fill your feeds with their names, their faces, their stories. You did not camp outside cartel safe houses. You looked away. And then, the second you were offered a domestic villain with a badge and an American flag patch, you suddenly “discovered” your conscience. Don’t remember why “say their name” marches.
Now you have the audacity to turn all that emotion, all that rage, not at the men running the r*pe trees and stash houses, not at the repeat violent offenders who kill Americans and illegals alike but at the agents whose job is to find them, arrest them, and get them out of this country?
You are not brave.
You are not compassionate.
You are morally bankrupt and brainwashed useful idiots for a communist movement that you don’t even understand. You operate only on emotion and you have no logic or common sense that would even allow you to realize how stupid you look.
You are so intoxicated with your own self‑importance that you think this is all about which party holds power. And how many likes you get. You act as if morality flips like a light switch every time the White House changes hands. When it was your side signing the deportation orders, you were silent.
When it became useful to paint enforcement as evil, you started calling the exact same work “fascism.” You left your common sense and your basic moral instinct at the door to join a propaganda chorus run by professional agitators who see you as disposable.
The agents you are threatening and trying to intimidate did not write the statute. They did not draft the budgets. They did not design the broken system. They put on a vest, step into the dark, and go knock on doors knowing that the people behind them might be armed, desperate, or willing to do anything not to go back.
They are enforcing federal law you abject morons.
Isaiah 5:20 was written for moments like this: “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.”
You have inverted morality so completely and all in the name of ego. You all pray at the altar of yourselves because if you actually stop to think about the nonsense, you were saying you would realize how insane you sound, but you don’t because this entire thing is about stroking your own ego like the morally bankrupt, baby Bolsheviks in training that you have become.
I don’t know anything more embarrassing than these virtue signaling brainwashed pod people.
During World War 2, three generals were arguing over who had the best soldiers...
The British general called one of his men over.
“Private! See that nazi tank in the minefield there? Go destroy it.”
“Yes, Sir!” The soldier replied and started running.
He ran across the unmarked minefield until within range of the tank with his anti-tank weapon, took aim and fired, destroying the tank all the while under heavy fire from the enemy trenches.
“See, British soldiers are the bravest.”
“That’s nothing”, said the Russian General
“Comrade! See that enemy soldier manning that machine gun there? Run across the mines into the trenches and kill him with a knife.”
“Da, Comrade General!”
The russian soldier bravely charges across the minefield under heavy fire, jumps into the trenches fought his way through many enemy soldier then being shot many times by a machine gun nest before reaching the soldier and slicing his throat after a bloody brawl.
“Nobody is braver than a Russian soldier.”
The American general, unimpressed, said, “Let me show you all what real courage is.”
He calls one of his men over.
“Private! See that enemy command post over there? I want you to run naked across the minefields, fight your way through the trenches, go to the command post and kill the commanding officer bare-handed!”
Without hesitation, the American soldier flips him the bird and says
“Go fuck yourself, General.”
“See! Now that takes some real balls!”
Harold got real drunk at the Christmas party, and Uber'd home. He snuck in beside his wife.
He woke up early at the pearly gates and St. Peter said, "you died in your sleep."
Harold was stunned. "I died? That can't be right.
I've got too much to live for. Please send me back."
St. Peter said, "I'm sorry. There's only one way you can go back. And that is by being reincarnated as a chicken."
Harold wasn't thrilled, but he begged St. Peter to send him to a farm that was near his house. The next thing he knew, he was covered in feathers, clucking and pecking at the ground.
A rooster strided past."'Ha! So you're the new hen, huh?
How's your first day here?''' "Not bad," replied Harold the hen. '''But I have this strange feeling inside, like I'm going to explode."
"That's an egg," explained the rooster. Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before."
Never, said Harold. "Well, just relax and let it happen, said the rooster. "Its not a big deal."
Harold did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head and heard his wife yell, "Harold, wake up! You shit in the bed."
I know I’ve tweeted about this before, but I remain amazed at the number of people who try to deplane before the passengers in front of them. Happens every flight. Violating preschool-level social norms.
Food dyes have finally been put on notice, decades too late.
What's next?
Seed oils
High fructose corn syrup
Glyphosate spraying
Chemtrails
Speak up America!
MAHA