Never Forget The Cheerleaders

The takeaway from this week, aside from that the left can’t shoot, the main takeaway should be that there are people that are sad that the shooter missed.

There is NO DOUBT among anyone anywhere that these people would have cheered for Trump’s death because they hate what he represents to the left and the right. Trump is an avatar for the working class American.

These same people cheered as businesses closed down. They cheered as people in America, responsible working people lost jobs, lost their income because they felt safer from what for 99.9% of the population was the fucking sniffles.

These same people are poised right this second to literally light the world’s food supply on fire, literally on fire, putting farmers out of work for the POSSIBILITY of the sniffles. Zero confirmation of a threat and certainly not one worthy of people starving to death. “We must destroy food. We must destroy chickens. We must destroy farms. We must destroy cattle. We must destroy milk. We must destroy farmers. This is a great idea! It’s the only way forward.” Their brand of progress is extinction of the planet. They are going to cheer while starving us to death

...if we let them.

It does not matter who gets elected.

IT CANNOT MATTER WHO GETS ELECTED.

Trump cannot and will not stop them. Past is precedent. But what he stands for can. Only strong working Americans willing to fight for freedom outside a voting booth can stop them. Keep working. Keep paying your bills. Keep farming. Keep putting food on the table. Keep eating. Keep going to church. Keep going to the gym. Keep teaching your children right from wrong. Keep living and breathing that public air like you own it. That’s the fight. They lose when you keep living your life freely regardless of laws they try to pass and social orders they try to use to restrict these freedoms. We can not forget the real agenda here.

Never forget how many people’s lives were destroyed by the death cult that cheers when children are chemically castrated and genitally mutilated, who cheer when businesses get shut down for not capitulating to their bullying demands for you to be unemployed, businesses who stayed open and kept food on the tables of their employees despite bullshit lockdowns. They would cheer if you got shot knowing you are a proud for being hard working American. They would cheer if an unvaccinated person gets sick. They cheer, and they stand ready to cheer when working families cannot pay their bills because of their nonsense “reasons.”

“Hooray, we stopped working class families from putting food on the table! That food was too dangerous. Better to starve than catch a cold.”

They will not stop until “you ate chicken” or “you fed your family” becomes synonymous with “you killed grandma.”

I’m done listening to their reasons. Their flus, their fears, their antiracism, antifascism, antigenderism, their endless stream of bullshit that feeds their insatiable lust for power, they wield this power, this social capital pointedly, destructively at responsible working people, family people who- up until now- make the cheerleader’s shitty, miserable, meaningless, little lives possible.

I’m not their parent, and I’m not going to let them punish me for their own angst about their sad upbringing just because I (like their parents) work to sustain a family, and they’ve decided to hate all working family people. I will not give them any leeway or entertain their demands for attention. They are not listening to me. They cheer for our death. I’m not validating them or the idea that I should be considerate of them at all, ever, about anything.

I will not entertain their whims, but I will also not bury my head in the sand and pretend they don’t exist nor pretend they have no bearing on my life. No matter how small the government, these cheerleaders can get private companies to do their bidding. When that happens, any hope of a voluntary solution disappears.

Stop focusing on who shot Trump or why and start paying attention to the cheerleaders. They want you and me dead. They are your and my enemies. No matter who gets elected, we cannot take our eyes off them or get distracted from their torches ever burning and aiming for our food, for our children’s genitals, for our jobs and for our lives. Never forget the cheerleaders.

Until every one of their torches are extinguished, we can never forget.

To do this, we MUST live!