I’m not sure if I’m MAGA or not.
I only get called MAGA by people on the Internet who hate me.
I don’t have a hat.
It’s not in my bio.
I don’t consider myself a republican.
I’ve had the same values since I was six years old.
I wasn’t born in this country.
Trump wasn’t president when I learned what I believe.
My values didn’t change because social media told me to change.
Here’s what I believe in:
God exists and He is not optional.
Christian is the first word in my bio for a reason. He means everything and it is who I am.
Life begins at conception, abortion is not empowerment.
Strong borders are not hateful, they are basic governance.
Merit matters, outcomes are earned.
Work hard, don’t whine, don’t ask the government to rescue you.
Crime should be punished, not reframed as a lived experience.
Parents raise children, not schools, activists, or bureaucrats.
Men are men, women are women, reality is not negotiable.
America is exceptional, worth defending, and nothing to apologize for. Be proud.
Free speech exists for speech you don’t like.
Law enforcement is necessary, not oppressive.
Capitalism works, and everyone complaining is still using it.
Hard work builds character, dependency destroys it.
National sovereignty matters more than global feelings.
Personal responsibility beats victimhood every time.
If that makes me MAGA, fine.
If it doesn’t, also fine.
I didn’t borrow these beliefs from a movement.
I learned them from my parents.
I love them and trust them more than I will ever trust a political party.
They actually care about my well-being.
I don’t know what that makes me and frankly, I don’t care.
This was written by someone, not me. But sums it up pretty well, what was she thinking?
I’m a mother, so I’m going to comment right now. I will say this exactly the way a mother thinks it, raw, direct, and without pretending this is complicated. A 37-year-old woman. Three kids. Middle of a work week. The father of those children is dead. She is the parent left. The one job she has above every cause, every protest, every headline, is getting home to her kids.
And what is she doing instead?
She’s out of state (other reports claim she lives there), in the street, in her car, blocking federal agents who are doing their job. Not alone! Her partner is right there filming her like this is some brave little documentary moment. Around them: sirens blaring, people yelling, pure chaos, manufactured chaos, so agents can’t do their lawful duty.
Her window is down. She hears the orders. She understands the orders. She ignores the orders.
Then she puts the car in reverse.
Still doesn’t comply.
Then she puts it in drive, NOT park! She moves forward into the agent.
That’s not “confusion.”
That’s not “panic.”
That’s decision after decision after decision.
Now put yourself in the agent’s shoes for half a second. A driver is already in an unlawful act! refusing commands in a hostile, chaotic scene, and now that driver uses a vehicle to move toward you. You get a split second. You don’t get the luxury of “Maybe she’s just stressed.” You have to assume the worst, you have to think of protecting other people like the partner at the window, because if you assume the best and you’re wrong, you don’t go home or someone else.
So the agent fires after she makes an intentional and aggressive move toward him, because he has no idea what her intentions are, and she just demonstrated she’s willing to escalate.
Now… imagine her three kids. At school. Sitting there like any other day. Not knowing their mother is out playing street-hero games for criminals in the middle of a work week, with the two adults responsible for them!
She didn’t think about them.
She didn’t think, “If I get arrested, who picks my babies up?”
She didn’t think, “If I get hurt, who raises them?”
She didn’t think, “If I die, they have nobody.”
She thought about protecting criminals.
She thought about interfering with federal agents.
She thought about the camera.
She thought about the crowd.
She thought about the moment.
There is no amount of evidence, money, tears on TV, or news spin that can make this make sense.
As a mother: NOTHING about this makes sense.
At minimum, she knew her actions could get her arrested. At minimum. And she still chose it. She chose strangers. She chose chaos. She chose lawlessness.
Make it make sense, because the only thing I see is three kids who just got abandoned by the only parent they had left, not by accident… but by a series of deliberate choices.
@NKOTB My heart is broken. He was so good to the fans…no matter how crazy we got. And he tolerated us bringing in Hairy-It, our traveling beaver, so she could say hi to Jon. 😭🙏🏻🩷