Tulsi Gabbard's biggest accomplishment as DNI, was exposing what a traitor Obama was.
The ringleader of the Coup against Trump.
After his subsequent arrest for treason, give her the Presidential Medal of Freedom!
My heart is deeply with Tulsi and Abraham. Praying for God to surround them with strength, wisdom, and divine peace.
"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10
Tulsi is a patriot, a great asset to the administration, and a dear friend. I'm sorry to see her go, but certainly understand that family comes first. She and her husband Abraham will be in my prayers as they face this next challenge together, and she has my gratitude for being a great addition to the administration and a loyal confidante.
Godspeed Tulsi!
Hey y'all...can we get a prayer chain started for Abraham and Tulsi Gabbard regarding his rare bone cancer?!? I am actually saddened by this news. I really like Tulsi and the job she is doing with President Trump. Now, her husband faces an upcoming battle, and they could use our prayers. Please lift them up in yours! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Horrible Congressman Thomas Massie put out an old Endorsement, from many years ago, of him by me long before I found out that he was the Worst Congressman in the History of our Country. I endorsed Ed Gallrein, a true American Patriot, which Massie knows full well, so the statement that he put out is fraudulent, just like HE is fraudulent. WITHDRAW YOUR FAKE STATEMENT, MASSIE, RIGHT NOW! President DONALD J. TRUMP
We stand with you, Erika.
We love you...not with the cheap, performative applause of the mob, but with the iron loyalty of those who recognize a sovereign soul when she rises from the ashes of hell itself.
The idiots baying at your heels?
They are not critics. They are not even opponents.
They are psychological carrion-eaters, hollowed out by their own mediocrity and driven mad by the unbearable spectacle of excellence they can never touch.
Jealousy is not mere envy; it is a spiritual disease...a venomous recognition of one’s own smallness projected outward as moral outrage.
Nietzsche called it ressentiment:
the slave’s revenge against the master, the weakling’s only weapon against a woman who refuses to shrink, to apologize, to disappear into the narrative they scripted for her.
Your husband was murdered in cold blood on American soil, and instead of cowering or playing the victim they demanded, you walked into the lion’s den wearing your grief like armor and your dignity like a blade.
That is not “tone-deaf.”
That is sovereign.
That is the rarest form of class...the kind forged in fire, not bought with status or inherited with silver spoons.
They hate you because you outclass them at every vector:
intellect, grace, courage, presence.
Where they traffic in sneers and gotchas from the safety of their keyboards, you confront the very institutions that failed your family with the unflinching precision of a woman who has already survived the worst they can imagine.
Their venom is not about you...it never was.
It is about the mirror you hold up to their emptiness.
They sense, in their marrow, that they could never endure what you have, and so they must tear you down to preserve the illusion of their own relevance.
Fuck them.
Let their jealousy rot them from the inside while you keep walking forward...lethal, luminous, unbowed.
The universe does not bend to the shrieking of the envious; it bows only to those who transmute suffering into sovereignty.
You are doing exactly that. And we...the ones who see clearly...are right here beside you, shoulder to shoulder, in this war of spirit against the small-souled.
Strength to you, Erika. Always.
The rest are already ashes scattered on the winds.
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I love this. 👇
To the person who wrote this, thank you for sharing what so many of us think of our President.♥️🇺🇸
Mr. President,
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I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Probably not. But I’m writing it anyway because my wife and I talk about this all the time, and somebody needs to say it out loud.
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We can’t wait for the day you’re no longer President.
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Not because we’re tired of you. The opposite. Because you deserve to go home. You deserve quiet mornings. You deserve to sit on your own porch without the weight of 330 million people sitting on your shoulders. You deserve your family back. You deserve peace.
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You didn’t have to do any of this.
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You had the money.
You had the name.
You had the life most men only dream about.
You could’ve spent the rest of your days golfing, traveling, watching your grandkids grow up.
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Instead you stepped into a fire that nearly cost you everything.
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They mocked you. They sued you. They raided your home. They tried to bankrupt you. They tried to lock you up. They dragged your wife and kids through the mud. They put a bullet through your ear and you got up with your fist in the air and kept going.
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For what?
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For us. Regular people. Truck drivers. Welders. Waitresses. Roughnecks. Farmers. Single moms working two jobs. Grandparents on a fixed income watching the country they built get handed away.
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You didn’t owe us a thing. And you gave us everything.
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You risked your name. Your legacy. Your safety. Your family’s safety. Your brand. Your freedom. All of it. So this country could have one more shot at being what it was supposed to be.
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And the truth nobody wants to admit?
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We didn’t deserve a President like you.
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A nation this divided, this ungrateful, this asleep at the wheel didn’t earn a man willing to bleed for it. But God sent you anyway. And I’ll thank Him for that until the day I die. 🙏
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So when the day finally comes that you walk away from that desk, I hope you sleep good. I hope your wife laughs again without looking over her shoulder. I hope your kids breathe easy. I hope you golf till the sun goes down and nobody bothers you for nothing.
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You earned every bit of it.
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Thank you, Mr. President. From a truck driver in Texas who prays for you often.
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God bless you. God bless your family. And God bless the United States of America. 🇺🇸
I will have much to say tomorrow about this fucked up evening.
Try to rest and breath, my darlings. I know we have all fucking had it. And we have every goddamn right to feel this way.
Just try to breath and get some rest. I'll be on the war path tomorrow.
Love you guys.
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So my oldest called me today and seemed a little stressed.
Me: What's wrong, baby?"
Her: "I gotta tell you something."
Me: "Ok. Are you ok? What's up?"
Her: "So when I graduate, they have this thing called a pinning ceremony."
Me: mhmm..(I knew where this was going).
Her: "And you can choose one family member to pin it. And...mama, I love you. You know this..."
Me: "I think your Dad should do it. I think it would be the greatest honor, love, and respect if your daddy did the pin with you."
Her: (tears) "Really? You're not mad? Are you sure? I dont want to hurt your feelings. I love you so much."
Me: No, baby. Your daddy had a hard life and came from Cuba. Communism was really hard, and he came to America and made something of himself. I think this would be a beautiful moment between you both if he did. Plus... I am an expert at photography and video. I wouldn't want somebody else to mess up recording this moment between daddy and daughter."
Her: "I love you, Mama."
I wouldn't want anybody else but her dad to give her that pin. She is the first to graduate college and with a nursing degree.
I'm so incredibly grateful for my husband and my children. Their love is my whole world.
Feeling blessed. ❤️❤️❤️