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My friends, good men, I hope you have a sense for my deep respect for you in these historic hours. It has been an honor to serve with you, and it is not a farewell or even a concession to say we have fought like beautiful lions against the advancing lib horde...
It is neither hyperbole nor irony joke when I say there is something momentous in what has taken place in these TLs and chats, I must admit to you that until recently I have never been a believer in the power of the virtual for anything other than spiritual rot...
I am certain that I am far too old to be here, and yet I don’t regret my decision to spend the time, even when I could make sane arguments for IRL priorities. Glad to say I finally understand the purpose of twitter, and by that I mean God’s purpose and plan for me...
In another incarnation I have been here since the very beginning of the platform, due to my background in internet bullshit, and was a dormant account for years, never understanding why anyone would ever want to subject themselves to this barrage of noise and digital detritus...
And it was for a specific reason I became active a few yrs ago, which I imagine is the same reason many good men (and a few good women) end up pacing these halls as I have, scribbling in this chapbook, snapping towels in this locker room, pressing flesh in wholesome orgy...
What value could this possibly have, other than the narcissistic clout game, I ask myself even now, in an earnest moment, the ill-advised sincere poast and ineffectual long thread, is all this for dope hits likes and RTs, well, I suppose it doesn’t matter...
As I have never been a big account, my reach is always limited and therefore these torturous threads serve more as a diary than a broadcast, and perhaps it is being small that allows me to pause now in gratitude for what it has shown me...
Like many of you I came here in exile, or in search of some place to speak freely and escape normative IRL prisons, just as I have always done online since the beginning, but this time it’s been different as the discourse has changed in recent years around US politics...
Ive so admired the youthful bantz, humble yet fearsome intellect, the musky warrior stance of this corner of twitter, even as I sit mostly at the end of the bar, there is a sense of camaraderie in recent months which I am sure has everything to do with these US elections...
While I still struggle to know what “side” we’re on, and still not quite sure what a wignat or PMC is I’m sure it doesn’t matter, as for me I’ve aligned myself mostly against the forces of evil lib coercion and women without strong fathers, arguably this is right of center...
And so in the last year my path has led me to a more honest understanding of Our President, a feeling I’m not sure is the same for everyone who arrives there, certainly I was not a supporter in 2016, while quite satisfied that he crushed female lib hopes, I didn’t like him...
I never understood him, 100% that textbook former liberal who woke up during Obama, living in exile after divorce and strings of angry bpd gfs and daily show lib friends it took finding this voice outside lib misery and realizing the importance of my relationship with God...
These important developments most recently led me to a beautiful wife and child, which I cannot stress enough did nothing but confirm the correctness of my choices in the last years, even the intentional descent into debauchery, self destruction and Tinder...
Through these experiments I learned one can arrive at a sense of peace via the embrace of one’s true nature, which I believe is a truth hidden to the leftist manlet and angry woman stuck in talk therapy, it is denial of nature at large which hobbles them for life...
I feel sympathy for those still imprisoned in their cold dark world and also very little concern for the rotten ones who would do our families intentional harm, via reputation or physical damage; I stand ready to smite them at the first hint or indication of hostility...
It’s this mounting threat in recent years which has drawn me to understand the importance of Donald Trump, and to join forces with brave soldiers in the service of what I see principally as a spiritual goal, fwiw I don’t care if it’s BAP or people who despise him...
In the end is it about people who refuse to live in perpetual dark winter, rebels of all walks who believe in the American Way; however wrongheaded or dumb and full of cum it may be, there is a common vision and that is to stand against the worst nature of the controlling lib...
A spectrum of dreamers including well-educated cranks and even insufferable Brooklyn contrarians who in their heart of hearts know what libs want for the world and know it isn’t good, but can’t admit it for the sake of their ghey online brand...
Wagies and old school working class bound together in their hatred of something the mass culture never found words for; years alone and confused wondering why they could never be honest and open about something so obvious and true, their brotherhood now fulfilled online...
And just plain old good dudes, rockers and cools, creator slaves to the media gods, Moms and Dads, stereotypes, atheists, iconoclasts, all of them united somehow in the belief something has gone wrong, and that maybe the KGB guy was right about 15-20 years to demoralize a country
Some of you may say oh so you’re new here, etc. and that this has been going for years and years and it was better before and that’s sure and fine and good but I will say you’d have a hard time convincing me that there has ever been a turning point so crucial...
My handle is quite normie in its conception, about the struggle between war and creation, and in many ways between male and female drive, as well as a respect for the original regiment and their unusual makeup and role, the essence of which I feel is our role, as reservists...
And so I believe we face a difficult choice which boils down to how “well” we choose to die; in the sense that we will undoubtedly die, “which way western man” is not a choice of how to survive this but how we want to live our lives in the advance of the globalist machine...
Not even a question of whether or not we fight, but *how* we fight, what does a modern war cry even look like, save pouring into the streets and leaving it all there (as we undoubtedly would, and probably should) I wonder what this moment is, as zombie libs stand at the gate...
You may not like to hear me say this and I am surely not the only one saying it, but “Trump won the election” means something different to different people right now, as a choice between strategies emerges, whether investigation and courts can determine him the rightful winner...
Or whether he will be removed by Democrats with either thousands of fingers on scales, or a few DNC plots we’ll never know about, this is not the dismissal, resignation to it all, the “both sides suck” cope, while it’s true both *parties* are abysmal and duopoly needs to end...
It is not true that these two candidates are equal, they couldn’t be more different; and in every way Trump “deserves” this win maybe more than any president in history, and I like many others want the libs to cry, but there is something happening here that’s giving me pause...
And in essence it is the old adage of giving them rope, at a moment where momentum and even *unity* has been achieved in support of Trump and common hate of the dark winter lib, a love of life and light and belief, united against naive Marxist shit-eating, United as Americans...
I am torn, torn between the obvious win and what it represents and the potential degradation and chaos the court-won Trump presidency represents. It’s not a hot take, but it’s the take I feel, I do NOT know the answer but I know that this man deserves to fight this in court...
In victory he is easily the most powerful man right now and could walk away from this win and take the country with him, leaving the withered husk and his whore to flounder in the worst presidency of our lifetime, we will see if Trump lost the position but he gained the people...
In summary I say my heart is full today with hope and adoration for those who didn’t listen to the lies, who believed and still believe, I am not sure of the best strategy to “win” but I stand ready to fight with newfound brothers in arms against those who want us dead.
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