I spend the better part of each day talking to brave souls around the country who are deep in the trenches of the state sovereignty movement. It is truly a breathtaking and awe-inspiring experience hearing from the patriots on the front lines. I hear war stories from the boots on the ground in the great, animated contest of freedom vs. tyranny everyday.
I am both honored and humbled to be in the position to relay this urgent message, and sound the clarion call of liberty upon the masses. It is with a very heavy heart that I deliver the following report to you.
I will not mince words about what I have heard from these warriors. It is a grizzly sight. Everyone is in pain. I hear about tragedies from every corner of the nation. I see what lies beneath the mask of the federal Hydra, and it is beyond the pale. Sometimes, I feel like I need to bathe in holy water after a day’s work.
It is truly horrific to bear witness to the machinations of the beast system as it manifests itself upon God’s kingdom, and savages the greatest country the world has ever known. Watching it slowly snuff the life out of the American dream, as every American value is demeaned and debauched upon unimaginable lengths is gutwrenching. The darkness has enveloped us. The avalanche of tyranny has descended upon us.
The Orwellian nightmare has unfolded before our very eyes. What was previously unthinkable has become the reality. The ideal may be dead, that I must admit. The plan to restore the United States of America to freedom and prosperity within a Constitutional Republic seems like a far-fetched notion right now. In spite of the adversity, I vow to never surrender in this war until my dying breath.
Because I love putting the heat to the GOP establishment so much, I can never stop! I love seeing their dopey, baffled faces while their scam unravels right before their very eyes. Trillions in dollars in federal money bought the Republican country club elite an impressive amount of souls. They thought they had their New American Century all sown up. They were anticipating a permanent Republican majority on the horizon. After 9/11, the Neocons were on the top of the world, and not even two decades later, it has all slipped away from them.
What was once their Camelot is now a colossal and dangerous fiasco. Their vaunted, precious, prestigious Republican Party is now widely recognized as something reminiscent of a particularly terrifying and unsettling episode of the Twilight Zone. This party’s disastrous stature is a well-understood, worldwide phenomenon. Make no mistake about it: This is a catastrophe of historic proportions. The monumental nature of the GOP’s spectacular implosion cannot be understated. And I’m lovin’ every minute of it!
The GOP elites just don’t know how to react to what is upon them. This isn’t what they signed up for. Our political masters thought it would be no risk and all reward. They thought those little sheeple in flyover country would sit idly by while they were led to the slaughter. They thought wrong! Watching them squirm under the pressure as they fall to pieces is a past time better than watching baseball, eating apple pie, and launching fireworks on the 4th of July combined!
Some political individuals talk to me like I want a seat for myself and my cause at the table, so to speak. They have me all wrong. My aim is to kick over this proverbial table, hit it with a sledgehammer, set the remnants of the table ablaze, go to the factory where the table was made, shoot the table manufacturer, and then carpet bomb the country where the raw materials were mined to create the table. Scorched Earth is my official policy, and I am quite unflinching in that regard.
My eternal promise to mankind is that I’ll be riding these sons of bitches until brimstone falls out of the sky and afterward.
Sometimes I’m not sure if I am saving the Republican Party, destroying it, taking it over, causing World War III or preventing it. Who even knows anymore? We are so far off the deep end that it is ridiculous. Nevertheless, the task is at hand and it must be seen through, come hell or high water. The deed has been done. The rubicon has been crossed. The seeds have been sown. Now it’s harvest time. Buckle up, it’s getting ugly.
Regardless of all the turmoil going on, I am still emboldened by the efforts of the freedom movement. I have not lost sight of the big picture. I remember not too long ago that I was in a room with five awkward fellas commiserating about the dismal state of affairs and bemoaning the seemingly irreversible and soul-crushing impending loss of liberty that faced us. Not even a decade later, there is a vibrant national movement that the elites simply cannot put down no matter how hard they may try to do so!
Although the waters have indeed been muddied, the powers-that-be are unable to stomp out the rabble-rousing, shit-kicking, anti-establishment spirit from the tea parties and liberty movement! And that is what I am intent on reviving, encouraging, stoking and furbishing until it hits a fever pitch, and the snakes are driven from the GOP once and for all. We aren’t where we need to be quite yet, but we will reach our goal if we keep our wits about us and work intelligently toward our noble goals.
Patriots, we must never let the bad guys erase our progress. It wasn’t easy for the Founding era revolutionaries, and it hasn’t been easy for us either. We have had our ups and downs. We have had our trials and tribulations. But by abdicating the fight, we surrender. It’s time to hunker down, or even bunker down if we need to. But one thing we must never do is quit. We owe it to our forefathers and our posterity to never stop battling. I hope to see you along beside me, for better or for worse, until the bitter end.