Rippy🐸🏴‍☠️

Naturally, this Turkish psyop account, and the Russian state media outlet it's quoting, omit the part where Sec. Hegseth explicitly acknowledges the reference is a riff on Ezekiel 25:17. The psyop is right in front of you. It's not even a clever one. Open your eyes.

Is it not clear enough we are the good guys?

@IfindRetards @Pontifex

Tag a retard

@BeSaintly You're going back subversive subhuman.

Me reading any Pope Leo tweet

@109evictions Downplays British situation and English influence in contemporary America, just revealing he thinks like a ellis islander latinx groyper from a big city and that's the real America. I don't know what to tell him but a race war is happening in the future and it's best it's soon.

I couldn't get more than a minute in. This dude is still a sodomite. He talks like he's still trying to keep his ass from whistling while he walks. Basically, tldr, "america must be brown my fellow right wingers".

James K Polk and John C Calhoun.

@AngloAquinas2 @67nationalist Klansmen weren't NS, only some of the retarded ones today might identify as that

@rippyriptide007 My ancestors were Klansmen. D2A we will bury you LAMRA sends its regards @67nationalist

I could add far more but you get the idea

@AngloAquinas2 If you believe this then you obviously don't belong to my people or the people of your ancestors

@rippyriptide007 If you are not a NS you are a rapist to your own people

@AngloAquinas2 I'm literally a secessionist buster. Also when did you have a problem with rapists?

@rippyriptide007 Death to America. The South will rise again. Also, we would obviously exterminate nons alongside the rapists like you.

@AngloAquinas2 You're going to kill Aryan non-Nazis (more like your ancestors than you with your larp) and worsen the demographic situation until America becomes Catholic and brown through immigration and miscegenation. Which is based because you're Catholic before you're American.

@rippyriptide007 “Nazism makes you racemixed”

@AngloAquinas2 Yeah bro bury your people so we can end up with this

@rippyriptide007 We will bury you

The Governor of Rumble has been getting freaky online 😩🔥

@itsmarkmoran Yeah can we get some white power back in government, that'd be great. Deporting some browns would be nice too.

Today, I am putting Virginia & America First, to announce that I am running as an Independent for U.S. Senate.

Me after looking at my portfolio today: (I’m down 12% YTD)

What a ridiculous map! It’s an example of complete ignorance of Florida history and culture.

My Wife’s a Whore [FULL SONG]

there's a whole other world out there

@TooWhiteToTweet I didn't know either but it was literally because I didn't know I was anything but American. No family stories about coming over from Europe or much more to go by than surnames.

When I was a kid, I'd ask anyone I met what they were. As in, what's their ethnic background. Then I might ask who their favorite baseball team was, or their favorite wrestler, but "what are you?" came first, because it just seemed inherently foundational. And it stunned me whenever another kid would answer: "I don't know." You don't know? What do you mean you don't know? You don't know if you're French? Irish? English? German? You're obviously not Italian... because every Italian knows they're Italian, and so does everyone else. But seriously, you're parents have never mentioned where you're ancestors are from? You grandparents never bring it up? C'mon... what ARE you? It baffled me that there were people walking around historically illiterate regarding their own lineage. The thought of not knowing something like that was so foreign to me. This, of course, is because I knew I was Irish. I don't remember learning I was Irish, because I knew before my memory bank came online. In other words, I can't remember NOT knowing that I was entirely Irish. And you can "Plastic Paddy" me all you want, but my identity was always rooted in my Irishness. This didn't conflict with my Americanness, rather, it painted a more complete picture of what I am. Irishness, for me, was much deeper than some "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" souvenir mug. It surrounded me. It was on the walls. On the mantle. On the bookshelves. On the speakers. And, more than anything else, the history of my Irish family, Ireland itself, and the Irish diaspora poured forth eternally from my human encyclopedia of a father. My father knew who he was. He knew where he came from. And his children would certainly be able to say the same for themselves. And, looking back, I am deeply thankful for this. Sure, you can lead a perfectly happy life without any particularly keen awareness of / fascination with / loyalty to your heritage, but I love the solid sense of self this awareness gave me. I knew who I was. I knew where I was from. I felt connected to something bigger than myself, yet still unique unto itself. I still have the coat of arms hanging on the wall in the attached photo. I don't need it in order to know who I am. That's forever inside of me. But I cherish it as a constant reminder of what it represents; that there's so much more than myself. It reminds me not only of my father, not only of my immediate family, but of ancestors I can never know. Connection. To a people and a place. It's wood, metal, and paint that form an artistic emblem of a bloodline without which I wouldn't exist. And no matter what bitter deconstructionists and self-loathing nihilists say to the contrary, that's deeply meaningful and incredibly powerful. But I say all this to make a point far beyond the scope of Irishness, Americanness, or any particular ethnicity. Now, more than ever before, in an ever-increasingly anti-White world, it's imperative to instill in children a true sense of self. It wasn't until my father was gone that I finally realized why I've always been so secure in myself, and why so many people seem to lack the same in themselves. And it's because they didn't have my father. They didn't have anyone instill in them as strong a sense of self as my father instilled in me. That sense of self was made up of more than Irishness alone, but that heritage was a cornerstone that provided stability for my own sense of self long before I could ever comprehend what any of that meant. It was real. It was tangible. It was deeply rooted. It was something far more meaningful than the Marvel universe, brand loyalty, or any other variety of commercialized, disposable identity-for-sale that far too many people now lean on in lieu of their own blood, after generations of "White Guilt" poisoning. Parents owe it to their children to build into them a sense of themselves and their identity - because when children know who they are, it's a lot harder for other people to come along and turn them into someone they're not.

@itsmarkmoran Marked, Mark Moron.

I believe in secure and strong boarders, pathways to citizenship, defending the dreamers and abolishing ICE to prevent the surveillance state. This is why I signed the Abolish Ice Pledge today.