Holy crap—America is back, baby! The garbage took out the trash—and re-elected Donald Trump to another (non-consecutive) four-year term.
What a ride. All through Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, I felt like I was living in a dream—a replay of 2016, but even better.
2016 had a raw sense of excitement and uncertainty about it. Everyone in MAGA World was having fun because we really didn’t think Trump would pull it off against the globalist oligarchs and the Clinton Machine (some people did see his potential even then—God Bless them!—and knew that The Teflon Don would slay the Wicked Witch of Davos).
2024 also had that raw excitement, but it was seasoned with experience. We knew Trump. And we knew Biden/Harris. The choice was clear, and easy. Trump is bringing with him national renewal and, I pray, revival.
The men carried home this election, I think. No disrespect to the ladies for their role, but this was the most masculine election in modern American history. Men finally said, “enough!,” got off the couch, and voted. Seeing as the other side totally hates us, it was a no-brainer. Any man that voted for Kamala Harris is gay, a eunuch, or a cuckold—period. Eh, maybe some well-meaning, befuddled Boomer “Cons” voted that way to defend “conservative” “principles,” but they’re metaphorically castrated, if not physically so. Good riddance to David French and his simpering, effete ilk.
I’ve been hearing a lot of commentators refer to Trump as a “world-historic” figure. I’d never thought of it so explicitly, but it’s true: he is The Man for This Hour. I sincerely believe he has been ordained by God to lead an American renewal. There’s no other explanation for how he survived that assassination attempt.
God Bless America!
With that, here is 22 November 2022’s “Trumparion Rising“:
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