bundles

el concepto de los latinos ahora apoyando al pais q los colonizó

Argentina = Knicks

Our newest paint bully 😤

I can’t think of a single thing Belgium is known for besides their waffles

I am a J6er. I became single for the first time in twenty years when my ex-wife divorced me over J6. She couldn’t bear the doors slamming shut — family and friends turning their backs because of me. Dating is brutal enough. But my J6 story sends most women running, even the conservative ones. Most Americans have no idea the raw liberal hate and violence that erupts inside families the moment a J6er’s name is spoken. Every J6er is fighting to rebuild — jobs, relationships, a place in society — against a tidal wave of lies and mind-shattering negative press designed to destroy us. We have been persecuted to the brink. The left celebrates our pain and quietly hopes for our destruction. But reintegration and rebuilding in the face of such hate demands something stronger than rage. It demands faith and love — the only weapons that can truly defend the spirit of the downtrodden. As I rebuild my life with love and advocacy, I will keep fighting for the truth, love, and faith that called me to DC on that cold January morning. I am one of the lucky ones. In my fifties, single, with a new life ahead. New love and support. Beautiful new blonde farmgirl girlfriend supporting me, and i am finding serenity and hope toiling in the soil on her lavender farm. By God’s grace, I am rising. God Bless the J6ers!