Today marks exactly three years since I “woke up.” April 23, 2022—the day the blinders were taken off and I was able to start to see the world as it really is instead of what my education and the media told me it was.
So much has changed in these last three years. I quit my job in big law and got a job doing something I really care about fighting for causes I really believe in. My relationship with my husband has gotten exponentially better. My relationship with my parents has gotten exponentially better. My relationship with God grows stronger every day. I stopped taking prescriptions for anxiety, depression, and ADHD and haven’t taken a prescription in nearly three years. I’ve developed close relationships with friends when, before I woke up, I didn’t really have any close friends. I eat better. I sleep better. And I can genuinely say I’m a happy person now when, before, I realize now that I was mostly faking it.
So thankful to God and to a very patient family who waited for me and loved me anyway during my days of being brainwashed and thinking I was better, smarter, and more compassionate than them for being more liberal than them. Now that my eyes are clear, I will never stop trying to wake other people up, no matter how hopeless it may seem. I’m can’t express how grateful I am that people never gave up on me.
Heading off to Dallas tomorrow to watch Wednesday’s England/Croatia World Cup game and I just wanted to pop in and say that I can’t remember a better time to be an American.
I’ve been following all the foreigners, mostly Europeans (but not exclusively), absolutely enamored with American culture and, even as a die hard patriot, it has done a wonder on my heart and soul and made me reevaluate exactly how much I take for granted. I’m so grateful that my country is touching our tourists, our guests, in a way I never thought possible.
I hope I get to meet some of these foreign World Cup fans when I’m in Dallas and do my part to spread the love and show them exactly what America and, specifically, the American South, is all about.
I mean… he’s not wrong…
And I can say this objectively because I didn’t marry a commissioner (he could be a commissioner based on character but just can’t be bothered), but I’ve known my fair share of commissioners and this math actually checks out.
Paxton won’t become AG
Paxton won’t be reelected
Paxton won’t survive primary by the Bush dynasty
Paxton won’t be reelected again
Paxton won’t survive impeachment
Paxton won’t run for Senate
Paxton won’t beat Cornyn
Paxton won’t get Trump’s endorsement
Paxton won’t beat Cornyn by more than 5
Paxton won’t beat Cornyn by more than 25
(YOU ARE HERE)
Paxton won’t beat Talarico
Paxton won’t beat Talarico by 10
The Senate won’t seat Paxton
Kind of wild how Texas elections can be called seconds after the last poll closes and a concession speech can happen 15 minutes later. Blue states should take notes. This is how it’s supposed to work.
I’ve never tried heroin before, but I imagine the high is like what I feel in the minutes after the cleaning ladies leave my house immaculate and I sit down with a glass of wine to watch the latest episode of Survivor in complete silence.
Yes, I was elected to the State Committee for Beaver County, Pennsylvania.
This is the first time I’ve run for office.
👉 I promise to bring up agenda items to voters BEFORE the State Committee votes on issues
👉 I promise to do polls & speak with voters in Beaver County BEFORE voting on issues
👉 I promise to vote the way the majority of Republicans in Beaver County want — even if I personally disagree
Thank you to the Republican voters of Beaver County for believing in me.
They want to steal your culture. Globalization. More power. Your example of “why would someone break into your house” is actually a perfect analogy. You just don’t believe they’re trying to steal our culture and I do. That’s the fundamental disagreement. And that’s the awareness I realized when I woke up.