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@TXluvsnoBSTrump Darn good question! Politicians should have to wear sponsors names like Nascar.

@SaltyGoat17 Smithfield pork products is owned by a Chinese company. THAT needs to be changed too! 23% of the processed pork in our country. They sell a lot to store brands.

Let's see some hands!!🙌🏼

@SaltyGoat17 Fetterman is really coming around. He better watch his back. Or, is he being put up to looking like he gets it?

@RobertKennedyJc @LauraHa00527137 Citrus Heights/Sacramento, Ca. Never ending streaks.

Serious Question🚨: Are you seeing chemtrails or geoengineering activity in your skies? Drop your city below. Let's compare notes! MAHA

@RightScopee @instant3937 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

🚨 This reporter just called illegals "undocumented," DeSantis corrected him, and the reporter re-phrased the question because of it. REPORTER: Florida has hundreds of thousands of undocumented immigrants- GOVERNOR DESANTIS: -The statutory term, per the Trump administration, is ILLEGAL alien. Undocumented is like - if I forget my wallet when I go drive. This is intentional to come in illegally. They aren't just "missing a document." They violated the law. And with the help of cartels in many cases. REPORTER: OK, I'll rephrase. Florida is home to hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants, illegal aliens... Do you firmly support DESANTIS on this? A. Huge Yes B. No IF Yes, Give me a THUMBS-UP👍!! MAKE THIS GO VIRAL ON 𝕏. LET’S GO 👏

@Bubblebathgirl ABSOLUTE EMBECILE!

Sen. Chris Van Hollen (D-MD) says illegals voting isn’t a serious issue—he shamefully laughs about it: “There is no serious issue with respect to people who are here illegally voting. After all, you would subject yourself to major criminal penalties.” There is a serious issue because there is currently no way to tell if illegals are voting in many states. In states like California, declaring residency status during registration relies on the honor system. When there’s no way to tell if illegals are voting, of course there won’t be a large record of it. Pass the SAVE America Act!

@CoryBooker You mean YOUR HYPOCRISY knows no bounds.

Their hypocrisy knows no bounds.

@toddstarnes @mrddmia You mean, twice that we know about.

The Democrats, Deep State, Media and Establishment Republicans have literally tried to destroy President Trump. They twice tried to assassinate him. They tried to sabotage his campaign. They tried to overthrow his presidency. They had him arrested on trumped up charges. They tried to bankrupt him. They've tried to imprison his family. They called him a traitor. They've falsely accused him of heinous crimes. They targeted his wife and teenage son. They raided his home. They literally wanted to bury this man - to destroy his life and his legacy. Until you've had to experience what this man has gone through, just shut up. You have no right to sit in judgment of @realDonaldTrump

@AmericaRedVoice @PamPrayer A

Elon Musk was paid a grand total of $0.00 for all of the work he has done for EVERY American ❤️ Elon Musk deserves a million “Thank You’s” As of today, how would you rate your level of support for Elon Musk? A. Very Strong Support (100%) B. Strong Support (75%) C. Moderate Support (50%) D. Limited Support (25%) E. No Support (0%)

@PoliticalStacy @AmericanwomanU1 🎯🎯🎯🎯🎯🎯🎯

I used to view Donald Trump simply as a solid, effective president... someone who delivered results on the economy, borders, and foreign policy without all the usual political polish. But over time, I've come to see something much bigger: the entire American political system has been rotten and corrupt for decades. It's not just isolated scandals or bad actors; it's a deeply entrenched network of career politicians, unelected bureaucrats, lobbyists, intelligence agencies, and media gatekeepers who operate as a self-protecting "uniparty" or "swamp." They prioritize their own power, insider deals, endless wars, and special interests over the actual needs of everyday Americans. Elections often feel like theater, with the same outcomes no matter who wins—more debt, more control, more erosion of freedoms. What sets Trump apart is that he's the only major figure in modern politics who's truly taken on that machine head-on and actually shaken it. Previous leaders talked tough about reform but ultimately played along with the system, got rich from it, or were too tied into it to challenge it meaningfully. Donald Trump, as a DC outsider who didn't need their approval or their money, has exposed the corruption, fought back against weaponized institutions, and forced the hidden power structures into the open... even when it meant relentless attacks, impeachments, indictments, and lawfare aimed directly at him and his children. He's far from perfect, and the battle is far from over, but for the first time in my lifetime, someone has genuinely threatened the status quo and refused to back down. That's why the pushback against him has been so ferocious: he represents the real possibility of dismantling the corrupt system rather than just managing it. To me, supporting him now isn't just about one good presidency... it's about finally having a fighter who's willing to take on the whole rigged game for the sake of the country, and God help us if he fails.

@alinavisooo_net @kodsypasha A

🚨 STATEMENT: “Any American who accepts money to riot against the country should be convicted of treason.” Do you agree? A. Yes B. No

@StandUpForTrmp @PamPrayer A

🚨 Chuck Schumer is PISSED that Elon Musk plans to cover TSA agents’ salaries during the Dem shutdown. Fetterman just praised him big time: “This is incredibly generous!” Do you firmly agree that Elon Musk is a real patriot? A. Huge Yes B. No IF Yes, Give me a THUMBS-UP👍!! MAKE THIS GO VIRAL ON 𝕏. LET’S GO 👏

It’s time take our freedom the Republic back as good stewards of Gods goodness. WATCH THIS!

Leadership with foresight. America would be wise to follow her example. Do you agree?

I’m sick and tired of it all. I’m sick and tired of traitors wearing suits and smiles while they sell us out. Sick and tired of Candace Owens turning every headline into her personal drama tour. Sick and tired of hearing about Joe Kent, somebody I’d never heard of three days ago. I’m tired of MTG's Botox sunburnt face and that cheap boxed bleach job she runs through her hair every six weeks. Tired of Thomas Massie’s Jerry curls looking like he just rolled out of a 70s porn set. Tired of Tucker Carlson and that weird thousand-yard stare he does like he’s reading your soul. And this ain’t just a Republican problem. I’m calling balls and strikes on everybody. I’m sick and tired of the Krassensteins flooding my feed with their cry-baby rage-bait, racking up hundreds of thousands of impressions while the rest of us grind. Tired of seeing JoJoFromJerz's face caked in enough makeup to spackle a house. Tired of seeing that thing on Ilhan Omar’s head. Tired of Jasmine Crockett’s non-stop loud mouth and AOC’s horse face lecturing me about “systemic” everything while she flies first class. I’m sick and tired of people who break the actual law never seeing the inside of a jail cell. Fraudsters, corrupt politicians, pedophiles on the Epstein list. I’m sick and tired of hearing “no one is above the law” when it’s crystal clear that everyone is above the law except you and me. I’m tired of good things happening to bad people. Tired of the worst accounts on X blowing up while honest voices and talent gets buried. Tired of Hollywood elites and late-night “comedians” telling me how to live while they snort coke in mansions. Tired of corporate suits pushing DEI quotas that punish hard work and reward skin color. Tired of teachers in schools sneaking in agendas instead of teaching real history. I’m sick and tired of people telling me to live my life a certain way so I don’t “offend” folks with mental illness. Biology isn’t bigotry, and I’m not rewriting reality to make anyone feel special. But what I’m sick and tired of the MOST…are the people who hate America. The ones who burn the flag, kneel for the anthem, and scream that this country was founded on “stolen land” and “oppression.” The ones who flood across our border, take our benefits, wave their own flags, and then trash the greatest nation God ever gave man. The ones in Congress who call America “racist” while cashing taxpayer checks. The so-called journalists who apologize for every American achievement like it’s a crime to be exceptional. These America-haters don’t love freedom, they fear it. They don’t want opportunity, they want equality of misery. They push socialism in our schools, woke nonsense in our military, and shame in our hearts because a strong, proud America stands in the way of their globalist wet dream. Well I’m here to tell you... I love this country with every fiber of my being. I love the dirt in my backyard, the fireworks on the Fourth, the smell of barbecue on a summer night, and the fact that my three kids can still dream bigger than anywhere else on Earth. I love the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the flag that flies over my house, and the men and women in uniform who’ve kept us free. I love that we’re the only nation on the planet dumb enough and brave enough to say “give me liberty or give me death” and actually mean it. I’m done being polite about it all. I’ll keep writing, keep voting, keep raising my kids right, and keep standing for the greatest experiment in human freedom the world has ever known. Because if loving America makes me the bad guy…then lock me up with the rest of the patriots. I’m sick and tired of the haters. But I’ll never be tired of this country. MAGA forever.

@4thOfJuly365 @UrrutiaDiane Couldn't have Saud it better!

@TheLeoTerrell Looking good!

Friends forever!

I never thought I was raised by low income parents during a time when almost everyone treated each other with respect. We didn't eat a lot of fast food because it was considered a treat, not a food group. We drank Kool-Aid made from water that came from our kitchen sink with real sugar. We ate bologna sandwiches, or even tuna (which was in a can not a pouch), PB&J & , hot dogs, but mostly homemade meals consisting of mainly dough, meat, potatoes, vegetable, bread & butter, and homemade dessert. We grew up during a time when we mowed lawns, pulled weeds, babysat, helped neighbors with chores to be able to earn our own money. We went outside a lot to play games, ride bikes, red rover, dodge ball, run with siblings, and friends & played hide and seek. We drank tap water from the water hose outside... bottled water was unheard of. If we had a coke -it was in a glass bottle ... and we took the empties back to the store for a 5 cent deposit. We watched TV shows like Bonanza, Leave It To Beaver, Gilligan's Island, Happy Days, Bewitched, The Brady Bunch, Little House On The Prairie, and I Love Lucy. After school, we came home, and did homework, and chores before going outside or having friends over. We would ride our bikes for hours. We had to tell our parents where we were going, who we were going with, and what time we'd be back. You LEARNED from your parents instead of disrespecting them, and treating them as if they knew absolutely nothing. What they said was LAW, and you did not question it, and you had better know it!!! When the sun was starting to set you had better be home. In school we said the Pledge of Allegiance, we stood for the National Anthem, and listened to our teachers, also had prayer each morning. We watched what we said around our elders because we knew if we DISRESPECTED any grown-up we would get our behinds whipped, it wasn't called abuse, it was called discipline! We held doors, carried groceries, and gave up our seat for an older person without being asked. You didn't hear curse words on the radio in songs or TV, and if you cursed and got caught you had a bar of soap stuck in your mouth, and had to stand in the corner. “Please, Thank you, yes please no thank you yes ma'am no ma'am yes sir, and no sir were part of our daily vocabulary! Re-post if you're thankful for your childhood, and will never forget where you came from & the time you came from! ❤

Three hundred trillion dollars. The entire human species in debt. Every nation. Every farm. Every factory. Every hour of labour ever bled from a human body. To whom. To banks. To funds. To institutions that have never produced a single object that exists in the physical world. Not a nail. Not a loaf. Not a brick. Not one thing you could hold in your hand and say this is real. The money they lent did not exist before they lent it. It was conjured. Typed into a screen. Willed into being by decree. And against this nothing, this phantom, this number born from the void, they have mortgaged every man, woman, and child alive and every child not yet born. You cannot owe a debt to something that invented the currency. That is not commerce. That is sorcery with a filing system. Now meet the priests. The accountant. The tax consultant. The auditor. The compliance officer. The revenue agent. The financial advisor. The estate planner. The actuary. The bookkeeper at the firm who helps you "structure your affairs." The banker who smiles when he approves the loan. These are the priests of Baal. Every single one of them. They do not produce. They do not build. They do not grow. They do not invent, weld, wire, dig, haul, plant, harvest, or make. They have never made anything. They are not capable of making anything. If you dropped them in a field with raw materials they would die of exposure while trying to calculate the tax implications of the sunset. Their entire profession exists because the system exists. They are functions of the parasite. They are the nervous system of the beast. They process the extraction. They file the rituals. They ensure the tithe flows upward from the people who make things to the men who make nothing. That is their entire purpose. Strip away the jargon and the certifications and the letters after their names and what remains is a clerk at the altar of Baal making sure the fire stays lit and the sacrifices arrive on schedule. They are not neutral. They are not just doing their jobs. The man who loads the furnace is not innocent because he did not design the furnace. The priest who collects the child is not innocent because he did not choose which child. They chose the altar. They chose to stand at it. They chose to build careers feeding the very system that enslaves the men who actually build the world. And they will tell you it is necessary. They will tell you it is complex. They will tell you that you do not understand. That is their only defence. Complexity. They have made the extraction so layered, so dense, so wrapped in code and regulation and cross-referenced legislation that the average man gives up trying to understand it and hands over his money in defeat. That is not complexity. That is camouflage. A tapeworm is not complex. It is just long. Now meet the NPCs. These are the majority. The great herd. The ones who do not serve the altar but who defend it for free. Who fight you in the comments. Who shake their heads at the dinner table. Who look at you with that blank, bovine certainty and say: But who will pay for the roads. But who will pay for the schools. But we need taxes for hospitals. But what about the fire department. The NPC does not think. The NPC repeats. The NPC was loaded with a script at age six in a government school funded by the tax system and has been running that script ever since. The NPC is a decoy duck. A wooden bird floating on the water to draw real birds into range. The NPC does not know it is a decoy. The NPC believes it is thinking. That is what makes it effective. The roads. Let us talk about the roads. You pay fuel levies. You pay registration fees. You pay tolls. You pay licence renewals. The roads were never free. The roads were paid for seven times over. The government did not build the roads with your income tax. The government hired a contractor. A private company. A man with machines who actually builds things. Your income tax went to service the debt. The debt went to the lenders. The lenders conjured the money from nothing. The roads are a decoy. The schools are a decoy. Every public service the NPC clings to is a decoy bolted onto the side of the extraction machine to make it look like it has a purpose. Take the entire government budget. Look at how much services the debt. Look at how much goes to interest on money that was created from nothing. Then look at the NPC and ask them to explain why you should be grateful. They cannot. They will not. They will change the subject or call you a conspiracy theorist because that is line four of the script and the NPC does not have a line five. The NPC is not your enemy. The NPC is a casualty. A mind so thoroughly colonised by the system that it now defends the system against its own interests. The NPC will fight you harder than any banker ever will. The banker does not need to fight. He has the NPC for that. The NPC patrols for free. The NPC shames for free. The NPC enforces the social compliance that keeps the herd walking toward the altar without being pushed. That is the architecture. The lenders at the top who conjured the money from nothing. The priests in the middle who process the extraction. The NPCs at the bottom who defend the entire structure for free and attack anyone who questions it. And the producers. The men and women who actually make things. Who grow things. Who build things. Who risk everything and work with their hands in the real world. They sit at the bottom of this pyramid with the full weight of it on their backs and three hundred trillion dollars of invented debt on their heads and a tax system that says you cannot buy or sell or exist without the mark. Tax is the mark. The NPC laughs at this but the NPC has never tried to live without it. Try to work without a tax number. Try to sell without registration. Try to buy property without compliance. Try to exist in the economy without bowing to the system. You cannot. Men with guns will come. Not because you hurt someone. Not because you stole. Because you tried to participate in the world without the mark. You cannot buy or sell without it. That is not a metaphor. That is Tuesday. The priests of Baal wear suits now. They carry calculators instead of ceremonial knives. They speak of "tax efficiency" and "compliance frameworks" and "structured obligations" but the function has not changed in four thousand years. They stand between the man and the fruit of his labour. They take a portion for the god. They burn it on the altar. The smoke rises. The beast feeds. And the NPCs stand in a ring around the altar and clap and say but what about the roads. Here is what terrifies every priest and every lender and every architect of this system. They are not afraid of revolution. Revolution just replaces one altar with another. They are not afraid of violence. Violence gives them the excuse to build a bigger fence around the herd. They are afraid of recognition. They are afraid of the man who looks at the priest and sees a clerk. Who looks at the altar and sees a furnace. Who looks at the invoice and sees a curse. Who looks at the NPC and feels pity instead of anger. Who looks at the entire three hundred trillion dollar machine and understands in his bones that it feeds on belief and nothing else. The fire dies when the people stop bringing wood. The priest has no power over the man who does not kneel. The NPC cannot shame the man who has stopped caring what the herd thinks. And the three hundred trillion dollar curse, the greatest slavery operation ever constructed, the most complete extraction system ever imposed on a species, breaks the moment enough men stand up and say: I made this. With my hands. In the real world. You made nothing. You have never made anything. You are a mouth dressed in a suit. And I do not owe you my life. The altar goes cold. The priest holds an empty ledger. The NPC runs out of script. And Baal starves.