I'm very interested in Bovino. I hope this is serious because the choice in 2028 between Marco Rubio and JD Vance is fucking bleak. I would definitely support the guy who got fired for actually wanting to do mass deportations rather than the two puppets.
59 years ago today, Israel attacked the USS Liberty in international waters. 34 crew members were killed and 174 were wounded by the IDF.
Today, I spoke on the House floor to honor the fallen and to recognize the survivors who were present in the gallery.
🚨 The Maricopa BOS tried to take control of elections. The court just said NO.
A judge ruled the Board overstepped its authority and ordered everything handed back to the Recorder… systems, staff, and control.
This was a power grab and it just got shut down.
There is no way to spin this — HEAP WINS & the people of Maricopa who voted for him.
Orders:
✔️ Return IT systems + staff
✔️ Fund the Recorder’s office
✔️ Stop interfering
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Americans have an instinctual kneejerk reaction to Monarchy, but America already has a Monarch.
A Monarch is one in whom Sovereignty of State and Spirit of the Nation are embodied and from whom Imperium flows.
Our Monarch happens to be an immortal piece of paper. Our King is a roughly 240 year old Ultra-Boomer who can’t make any decisions outside of an utterly massive committee.
The King has delegated his Royal Prerogative to three branches of government made up of some 1,400 officers which have delegated portions of their investiture to hundreds of thousands more bureaucrats.
Whenever Classical Liberal Americans rush to defend the Constitution’s sacrosanct nature, they are coming to the defense of their King. If you suggest the Constitution is perhaps not the most effective guide for the current crises we face, they treat it as a case of lèse-majesté or treason.
This is important to understand because their assertion is, more or less, that without the King the people and the nation cease to be.
Not just *a* King, you see, but *the* King. This one in particular.
The immortal godking of ink and parchment.
The Constitution is their God-Emperor, dead, decrepit, and ignorant of all that is happening outside of his living-tomb.
The funny thing is that I actually agree with them about the relationship between King and Nation, but I disagree with them about whether it must be this particular godking.
The real challenge to the Classical Liberals, why so many of them view Trump as an existential threat to their idea of America is, in part, that he is a Usurper/Pretender to the Constitution’s Throne as the embodiment of America. He has taken the Crown off the decrepit godking’s head.
Within Trump, many see America’s essence distilled into the shape of a man. Loud, boisterous, proud, unapologetically chauvinistic, with a love for competition and human excellence.
The Constitution cannot manifest the new, improved, and updated American National Identity that emerged since 1787. In fact, the godking’s decision-by-committee has rended any connection between the King and the Spirit of the Nation. The Constitution has, in the eyes of many Americans, lost the Mandate of Heaven.
Whenever an American calls out for action outside the confines of the Constitution, he is calling out for an overthrow of his Monarch. Trump has personally seized the Spirit of the Nation, and now many of the People demand he seize the Sovereignty and source of Imperium with it.
George S. Patton wrote this poem in 1922. Imagine knowing you have to fight a force led by the fucker who wrote this:
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
I have fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listened to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I’ve called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite’s leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy’s field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor’s Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in its quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a’clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell’s ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o’er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
You say Goebbels “murdered his own children,” but what really killed them was the Weltfeind, the Enemy of the World, unleashed in Berlin in the spring of 1945.
The Red Army raped and butchered its way through Central Europe with talmudic fury. Women were raped to death in front of their sons, boys were castrated, and infants were nailed to barn doors. Germany was never liberated. It was purged in blood and fire as an act of ritual vengeance and a warning to the world.
The Russians raped every German woman they could seize, from 8 to 80. They impaled children, flayed officers alive, and filled the gutters with blood. That is documented fact.
“The Russian soldiers were raping every German female from eight to eighty. It was an army of rapists." - Natalya Gesse
The Goebbels children were spared what came next, and what came next was Hell. They would have been raped, tortured, filmed, and killed in front of each other while cheering partisans spat and laughed. That is what happened to thousands, millions, of other Germans. Not for crimes, but for being German. Look up the fate of the women in Berlin. Look up Nemmersdorf or what happened to the Volksdeutsche in Prussia, Silesia, and Sudetenland.
Magda Goebbels, a mother of six, looked at that coming abyss and did what only a mother of unflinching will could do: she reluctantly chose to spare her children a fate worse than death.
Goebbels’ children were casualties in Germany’s attempt to free itself from the yoke of international finance, foreign press, and alien power.
It wasn’t their father who killed these children, it was your regime of Eternal Nuremberg, your inverted moral order, your triumph. Goebbels only spared them what your tribe had in store.
A very Happy Thanksgiving salutation to all of our Great American Citizens and Patriots who have been so nice in allowing our Country to be divided, disrupted, carved up, murdered, beaten, mugged, and laughed at, along with certain other foolish countries throughout the World, for being “Politically Correct,” and just plain STUPID, when it comes to Immigration. The official United States Foreign population stands at 53 million people (Census), most of which are on welfare, from failed nations, or from prisons, mental institutions, gangs, or drug cartels. They and their children are supported through massive payments from Patriotic American Citizens who, because of their beautiful hearts, do not want to openly complain or cause trouble in any way, shape, or form. They put up with what has happened to our Country, but it’s eating them alive to do so! A migrant earning $30,000 with a green card will get roughly $50,000 in yearly benefits for their family. The real migrant population is much higher. This refugee burden is the leading cause of social dysfunction in America, something that did not exist after World War II (Failed schools, high crime, urban decay, overcrowded hospitals, housing shortages, and large deficits, etc.). As an example, hundreds of thousands of refugees from Somalia are completely taking over the once great State of Minnesota. Somalian gangs are roving the streets looking for “prey” as our wonderful people stay locked in their apartments and houses hoping against hope that they will be left alone. The seriously retarded Governor of Minnesota, Tim Walz, does nothing, either through fear, incompetence, or both, while the worst “Congressman/woman” in our Country, Ilhan Omar, always wrapped in her swaddling hijab, and who probably came into the U.S.A. illegally in that you are not allowed to marry your brother, does nothing but hatefully complain about our Country, its Constitution, and how “badly” she is treated, when her place of origin is a decadent, backward, and crime ridden nation, which is essentially not even a country for lack of Government, Military, Police, schools, etc. Even as we have progressed technologically, Immigration Policy has eroded those gains and living conditions for many. I will permanently pause migration from all Third World Countries to allow the U.S. system to fully recover, terminate all of the millions of Biden illegal admissions, including those signed by Sleepy Joe Biden’s Autopen, and remove anyone who is not a net asset to the United States, or is incapable of loving our Country, end all Federal benefits and subsidies to noncitizens of our Country, denaturalize migrants who undermine domestic tranquility, and deport any Foreign National who is a public charge, security risk, or non-compatible with Western Civilization. These goals will be pursued with the aim of achieving a major reduction in illegal and disruptive populations, including those admitted through an unauthorized and illegal Autopen approval process. Only REVERSE MIGRATION can fully cure this situation. Other than that, HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL, except those that hate, steal, murder, and destroy everything that America stands for — You won’t be here for long!
Trump asked to disavow radicals on the right: "I couldn't care less. The radicals on the right oftentimes are radical because they don't want to see crime. The radicals on the left are the problem"
Absolutely correct response. Killer is now confirmed as another antifa terrorist.
A while ago, probably in 2017, I appeared on Tucker Carlson's Fox show to talk about God knows what. Afterwards a name I barely knew sent me a DM on twitter and told me I did a great job. It was Charlie Kirk, and that moment of kindness began a friendship that lasted until today.
Charlie was fascinated by ideas and always willing to learn and change his mind. Like me, he was skeptical of Donald Trump in 2016. Like me, he came to see President Trump as the only figure capable of moving American politics away from the globalism that had dominated for our entire lives. When others were right, he learned from them. When he was right--as he usually was--he was generous. With Charlie, the attitude was never, "I told you so." But: "welcome."
Charlie was one of the first people I called when I thought about running for senate in early 2021. I was interested but skeptical there was a pathway. We talked through everything, from the strategy to the fundraising to the grassroots of the movement he knew so well. He introduced me to some of the people who would run my campaign and also to Donald Trump Jr. "Like his dad, he's misunderstood. He's extremely smart, and very much on our wavelength." Don took a call from me because Charlie asked him too.
Long before I ever committed (even in my mind) to running, Charlie had me speak to his donors at a TPUSA event. He walked me around the room and introduced me. He gave me honest feedback on my remarks. He had no reason to do this, no expectation that I'd go anywhere. I was polling, at that point, well below 5 percent. He did it because we were friends, and because he was a good man.
When I became the VP nominee--something Charlie advocated for both in public and private--Charlie was there for me. I was so glad to be part of the president's team, but candidly surprised by the effect it had on our family. Our kids, especially our oldest, struggled with the attention and the constant presence of the protective detail. I felt this acute sense of guilt, that I had conscripted my kids into this life without getting their permission. And Charlie was constantly calling and texting, checking on our family and offering guidance and prayers. Some of our most successful events were organized not by the campaign, but by TPUSA. He wasn't just a thinker, he was a doer, turning big ideas into bigger events with thousands of activists. And after every event, he would give me a big hug, tell me he was praying for me, and ask me what he could do. "You focus on Wisconsin," he'd tell me. "Arizona is in the bag." And it was.
Charlie genuinely believed in and loved Jesus Christ. He had a profound faith. We used to argue about Catholicism and Protestantism and who was right about minor doctrinal questions. Because he loved God, he wanted to understand him.
Someone else pointed out that Charlie died doing what he loved: discussing ideas. He would go into these hostile crowds and answer their questions. If it was a friendly crowd, and a progressive asked a question to jeers from the audience, he'd encourage his fans to calm down and let everyone speak. He exemplified a foundational virtue of our Republic: the willingness to speak openly and debate ideas.
Charlie had an uncanny ability to know when to push the envelope and when to be more conventional. I've seen people attack him for years for being wrong on this or that issue publicly, never realizing that privately he was working to broaden the scope of acceptable debate.
He was a great family man. I was talking to President Trump in the Oval Office today, and he said, "I know he was a very good friend of yours." I nodded silently, and President Trump observed that Charlie really loved his family. The president was right. Charlie was so proud of Erika and the two kids. He was so happy to be a father. And he felt such gratitude for having found a woman of God with whom he could build a family.
Charlie Kirk was a true friend. The kind of guy you could say something to and know it would always stay with him. I am on more than a few group chats with Charlie and people he introduced me to over the years. We celebrate weddings and babies, bust each other's chops, and mourn the loss of loved ones. We talk about politics and policy and sports and life. These group chats include people at the very highest level of our government. They trusted him, loved him, and knew he'd always have their backs. And because he was a true friend ,you could instinctively trust the people Charlie introduced you to. So much of the success we've had in this administration traces directly to Charlie's ability to organize and convene. He didn't just help us win in 2024, he helped us staff the entire government.
I was in a meeting in the West Wing when those group chats started lighting up with people telling Charlie they were praying for him. And that's how I learned the news that my friend had been shot. I prayed a lot over the next hour, as first good news and then bad trickled in.
God didn't answer those prayers, and that's OK. He had other plans. And now that Charlie is in heaven, I'll ask him to talk to big man directly on behalf of his family, his friends, and the country he loved so dearly.
You ran a good race, my friend.
We've got it from here.
A racist career criminal murdered a refugee in cold blood.
Witnesses watched and did nothing as she cried.
A heartless man recorded on his phone as she bled out.
What have we become?
“Suicidal empathy is killing the West.”
-@GadSaad
President Donald J. Trump denounces senseless crime in Democrat-run cities & the horrific murder of a young woman in Charlotte by a deranged criminal monster.
"It's time to stop this madness. The people of our country need to insist on protection, safety, LAW & ORDER."