We have to start disregarding the left and not allowing them to talk their way out of accountability.

If we have to start a 75 million person database of "people to avoid" similar to a sex offenders list then it's what we have to do.

COVID injections are the root of the tragedy: Individuals are losing their personalities, their minds, and their capacity to think. Their brains are destroyed with no possibility of repair." - Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi

When you’re not beholden to anything transcendent to yourself, you become capable of anything and everything .

“Kill them! Kill those motherfkers! Murder those motherfkers in the streets! Let the streets soak in their red capitalist bloods, dude” “You need to be gutting them. You need to be shanking these motherfckers and letting their fcking letting their intestines just writhe on stage.” - Hasan Piker

Destiny said: "You NEED conservatives to be afraid of getting killed when they go to events...Right now, they don't feel like there's any fear!"

No unity. It's a leftist trap.

When ideology takes hold, it strips people of their humanity, reducing them to servants of a doctrine rather than beings capable of empathy, reason, and genuine connection.

We've buried our heads in the sand while for years a Red Guard formed.

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The average weight of the women celebrating Charlie Kirk's death is at least 275 lbs.

Place the fries in the bag, leftard. #leftism #trans #democrat #politics #charliekirk

Notice the worst offenders always cry for civility?

A Week That Changed America Over the last seven days, tens of millions of Americans—regular, everyday people—have been radicalized. Not fringe posters on Twitter. Not hyper-engaged political junkies. Ordinary citizens. Normies. The people chatting about weekend barbecues, school drop-offs, or the latest Netflix series. People who never cared much for politics, suddenly realizing politics very much cares about them. And they are furious. Here’s the hard truth: they blame the left. They blame Democrats. And they’re not wrong to feel that way. Fact 1: The stabbing of Iryna Zarutska A 23-year-old Ukrainian refugee was stabbed in the neck by a career criminal who had been released from jail 14 separate times. Millions of parents saw their own daughters in that young woman and were horrified. They asked: How could this man still be on the streets? And the answer pointed directly back to progressive policies on bail, prosecution, and policing. Fact 2: The murder of Charlie Kirk Two days later, millions of Americans—many of whom had never even heard the name Charlie Kirk—watched him gunned down while speaking to students. They saw a man bleed out in front of their eyes, and even if they had no prior connection to him, they wept with his family. It was an obviously unjustifiable crime that cut across political boundaries. Fact 3: The celebrations Then came the reaction. On Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok—not just Twitter—people saw teachers, nurses, HR managers, and other community figures openly cheering Kirk’s death. Not debating. Not hesitating. Celebrating. Ordinary Americans looked at that and realized something in our culture has rotted. They saw spiritual sickness in the very people entrusted with their children, their health, their workplaces. These are not partisan talking points. These are events. Millions witnessed them. And here’s what they concluded: their own safety, and their family’s survival, are now political questions. Whether they like it or not, they’re in the fight. And they are sprinting—not walking—to the right. Because they know who to blame. When they saw Iryna Zarutska murdered, they didn’t just see one man with a knife. They saw every progressive prosecutor, every “decarceration” activist, every DEI bureaucrat who insisted violent offenders must be given endless chances. They remembered conversations with police officers who quit out of frustration, and they realized the talking points about systemic racism and over-policing were hollow. When they saw Charlie Kirk shot, they didn’t just see one man targeted. They saw every smug leftist who insists anyone right-of-center is a fascist, every social media activist who jokes about punching Nazis or bashing the fash. Suddenly, they realized those “jokes” aren’t jokes at all. And when they saw their neighbors celebrating murder online, they recognized something darker: that evil really does walk among us, and that moral clarity is no longer optional. Some called it spiritual warfare. And they’re not wrong. And what has been the response from the left? Nothing but excuses. “What about January 6th?” No one outside your bubble cares anymore. “What about Paul Pelosi?” Not comparable. Everyone knows it. “What about gun control?” One murderer used a knife. Another used a hunting rifle. The talking point collapses on contact with reality. “It’s just a few people celebrating.” No, it isn’t. Millions saw it in their own feeds. They know better. Ordinary Americans see through these evasions. They smell the bullshit. And they are disgusted. So here’s the warning: Your movement is bleeding legitimacy. Millions of apolitical Americans just woke up angry, and they know who failed them. If you want any role in what comes next, you’d better start cleaning house. Because the right now has a mandate—to secure safety, to restore order, and to ensure these horrors never happen again. And we intend to act on it.

For many people the covid booster shots ended up being a chemical lobotomy. They have mind AIDS because they turned their brains to pudding.

Look at the trend. One after another, the shooters being covered in these headline tragedies are identified as trans, non-binary, or otherwise gender-fluid. And now with Charlie Kirk’s killer, we see a trans partner connection. This isn’t a string of isolated anomalies anymore—it’s a visible pattern. And yet the public discussion treats it as coincidence, refusing to acknowledge the deeper implications.

Nazis were socialists

Today, many will struggle with how the leftist worldview is an inversion of reality and how far they will lie to achieve that new inverted worldview. Understand they have been lying to create “new (inverted) realities” for a long time. For ex., in Stalin’s USSR, the propaganda of ‘scientific socialism’ constructed an inverted reality: exoterically, it celebrated triumphant reforms & collectivized prosperity. Esoterically, it enforced scarcity through coercive quotas, sealed borders, & blacklists. In Ukraine, this produced the 1932–33 Holodomor, where famine was publicly denied and privately weaponized against ‘kulaks’ and suspected nationalists, killing millions. Historians still debate the nuances between genocidal intent and catastrophic incompetence, but the outcome was the same: mass death. Later, Lysenkoism institutionalized this via left theory-aligned pseudoscience by rejecting genetics in favor of 'ideologically aligned environmentalism,' worsening yields soon after 1932–33 famine itself. It was a regime that fused exoteric/esoteric masking and inversion, subordinating truth and life to left aligned doctrine.

My Diary of Anger and Grief: The last few days have changed me forever. I used to believe in protecting the rights of everyone, even people I disagreed with. I valued dialogue. I thought civility mattered. I thought the world made sense when people could coexist without hating each other. I believed in giving people the benefit of the doubt. I believed in arguments, in words. And then I watched him. Charlie Kirk. Blood spurting from his neck in front of his wife and children, in front of the world, while people cheered. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unfeel it. That moment broke something inside me. Something visceral and almost ancient. Primal. It wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just grief. It was everything I had trusted in the world snapping in half. This giant of a man used words and they literally shot out his voice. The message was clear to me. What is on the other side of Charlie Kirk won’t be pretty. I’m legitimately scared for people. I am entitled to my grief. He wanted dialogue. He wanted words to matter. And now I fear what comes after him — who rises to replace his voice will not care about dialogue at all. They will only care about dominance. I feel exposed. Like the ground has shifted under me. Like the rules I lived by no longer exist. I won’t hurt anyone. I would never. But something inside me has shifted. For the first time, I don’t oppose the idea that others might do what I never would. For the first time, I understand how outrage can warp a person. How grief and fear can bend morality without asking. How dehumanization creeps in like faulty wiring one day consuming the house in fire. I catch myself thinking, “If they call us fascists to excuse killing us, maybe we should just own it.” I catch myself thinking, “If the government needs to purge them, so be it.” And then I stop. I remind myself — no. I won’t. But it is terrifying how easily grief and anger talk for you, how quickly the mind rehearses things the heart rejects. I see it happening in me. The dehumanization. The part of me that whispers, “They aren’t even human.” Dangerous. I despise the people who would use that language about us. And yet it rises in me anyway. Rage. Fear. Loss. My brain trying to make sense of violence by imagining it in return. My heart trying to regain control in a world that feels suddenly lawless. Guilt and relief coexist inside me. Guilt for feeling it, relief for seeing it. Scared of the power of my own emotions. Scared of how close the line feels. Scared of what it might feel like to someone else if that line is crossed. Scared of the world I am waking up to — cheering when voices are silenced, civility dead, dialogue crushed. This is what radicalization feels like without action. Losing faith in civility without giving in to violence. Maybe writing it down is the point — seeing it, naming it, letting it pass without consuming me. Rage and grief are natural. They don’t have to become action. They just exist. Evidence that I am human. Evidence that I can feel too deeply, care too much, and notice injustice. And yet, I cling to a fragile hope. Not that the world will be safe or kind. Not that they will change. But that I can see my own mind, name my own reflexes, and survive them. That I can feel rage, fear, grief, horror, and horror again — and still walk forward. That I can write it down, breathe it out, and hold space for the world as it is, while refusing to become the thing I fear. Naming the darkness is the only way to survive it. #charliekirk #TPUSA

The best way to honor Charlie Kirk is to run for your local school board and make every single leftist staff member in your district unemployed and unemployable.