When I was young and in grade school, politics never entered our family discussions. It wasn’t a deep, dark secret—it just wasn’t spoken of. When I left to join the service in 1975, I had no idea who the president was, and I’m not sure I cared. My focus was entirely on myself and my military training.
Turns out Gerald Ford was in office. The only thing I remember about him was the way he fell everywhere he went—as if Dick Van Dyke had trained him. I figured his dad never taught him how to walk.
Fast-forward to November 1979: the Iranian Hostage Crisis. I was furious. The United States seemed helpless against the Islamist regime, and I had just finished four years in the Air Force. I hadn’t even voted yet, but by May 1980, after President Carter’s failed rescue attempt—Desert One—I was smoking hot. I walked straight into the Army recruiter’s office and signed up.
While training in the Army, I started paying attention to Ronald Reagan, who was running for president. He made it clear he wasn’t going to tolerate the hostage situation. He demanded their release—or there’d be hell to pay. Reagan won the election in November 1980, and on the day he took office—January 20, 1981—the hostages were released. Iran didn’t want to test Reagan.
That moment sparked my political awakening. I began learning the differences between the two parties. Information wasn’t easy to come by—we didn’t have the internet—so I relied on TV news, magazines, and speeches. Slowly, I leaned toward the Republican Party. But I was let down more than once. Republican lawmakers proved just as disappointing as Democrats, and the rhetoric was confusing. It became a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils.
The messaging started to sink in: Republicans were for the rich and big business; Democrats were for the little guy. “Tax and spend” Democrats. Republicans take your hard-earned money and hand it to their wealthy friends. I’ve never heard a Democrat offer to cut taxes. In fact, most modern Democrats promise to raise them—and people vote for that. In 1975, I paid 21% tax on $4,000. After Reagan, Bush, and Trump’s tax cuts, that same $4,000 is taxed at 10%.
Eventually, I realized election promises are what win votes. The more free stuff they offer, the better their chances. But the other side will do everything possible to make sure the president fails. This cycle—promises and stonewalling—repeats every four years. What I wanted was someone to break the status quo. Someone who would keep their promises. Someone honest in a corrupt game of political brinksmanship.
It seems politicians have forgotten about us. Over the last 20 years, our federal government has declined. Presidents from both parties and Congress have drifted toward globalism. Bill Clinton sold out American jobs with NAFTA. Obama went on an international apology tour and tried to undermine our Second Amendment by signing onto a UN arms treaty. He couldn’t disarm us legally, so he figured the blue helmets would do it.
Then came Donald Trump. The day before he descended that escalator, he was a media darling—friends with politicians and elites on both sides. The moment he announced his candidacy, he became a pariah. That’s when I knew he was the right one. When the whole world turns against you, it’s because you’re doing something right.
Trump’s views hadn’t changed in 40 years. He fought hard for our country during his first term, but he had to battle a coordinated effort to undermine him—the greatest hoax in U.S. history. I believed him. I knew the deep state was real and that a coup was underway. Adam Schiff claimed the evidence was in plain sight but refused to name his sources. I believe those sources never existed.
This willingness to lie, cheat, and steal is why I despise Democrats. As long as their side wins, they don’t care how. I won’t lie for profit, even when it benefits me. People who know me can back that up. I believe those in authority should be above reproach. If you accuse someone of fraud 34 times, you’d better not be guilty of the same thing. Don’t throw rocks if you live in a glass house—Adam Schiff, Letitia James.
These are my personal opinions. I don’t always know why I question everything, but it’s like having radar for fish stories. During Trump’s first term, I found zero credibility in the media’s coverage of him. None of it swayed me. Now we know it was all a hoax, just as Trump said.
The number of powerful individuals who conspired to topple the president is staggering. It goes all the way to the top—including then-President Obama. I’ve felt all along that we were watching a giant, orchestrated play. The actors? China released COVID, Antifa, and BLM rioting. January 6th, written and produced by Nancy Pelosi. The immigrant invasion? Orchestrated by the DNC. Since Americans won’t vote for Democrats, they’ll import voters who will.
Just because I can’t prove it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. What matters is that I believe it.
One last point: nothing is clear in real time. But hindsight? That’s 20/20. Time has proven me right again and again. I chalk it up to faith. I believe a higher power guides my insight.
The flood of “facts” from the fake news media would make anyone think the worst. But I stood back and watched. I stood my ground. And now, my beliefs are confirmed. I stood firm against Democrat tyranny, and my faith has been validated.
There was a time when news meant something. Journalists chased leads, built cases, and backed them with evidence. Today, it’s all opinion. No investigation. Just spin and character assassination. “Mostly peaceful riots”—with city blocks ablaze in the background. Never believe the legacy media. They are no longer deserving of our trust. Trust your instincts and do not allow others to dissuade you from your beliefs. There are principled people in the world. You’ll find them, or they’ll find you.
