Another Hour, Another day, Another week, I have never know a time when the world felt so imperilled
In our present moment all other metaphors strike me as hollow . The best that I can imagine is that our world is puking blood.
We have the enemy outnumbered and outgunned in America, but the Left must keep pushing. For if they lose now, a huge day of reckoning lies ahead—there is no choice but to continue. This makes the Progressives desperate and dangerous, but far from invincible.
In the final analysis I could not care less what progressives think of me. I am their enemy, I wish them nothing but ill and I bear them nothing but violence.
The enemy is a Godless and narcissistic rabble. It is a power more screaming than muscle and it can be shattered—we only need to gather our will.
We are on a precipice of a crusade. We fight for God, our families and the future of the world.
God Speed and God Bless.
