Vet. Retired LEO. Always knew that bad actors had us and the country in their crosshairs, but always believed patriots would win behind the scenes. Then 9/11 and I doubted. 2008 aftermath I despaired. Cassandra, a voice in the wilderness.

No wonder I found 4/chan years ago, one of the last crazy free speech zones on the internet, and shared its communal gallows humor in laughing off the despair of the red pill.

I cry when I go to D.C. and walk in front of the Star Spangled Banner, tears silently streaming down my face as I pass by the Declaration and the Constitution. Same at Fort McKinley when the doors roll back. Valley Forge is my temple. I have ancestors who fought there. I have ancestors who fought in every freedom fight. I know what they have cost us and how each fight before was an attempt to do what you are actually doing right now.

I felt like I was girding for a celestial battle when I got up on election morning to drive plain, godly people who can not drive, to the polls. I've made some memes. I've prayed. I've read. I've observed. I've kept. I've distributed. I wish I could do more. I have ancestors to live up to, who were here before.

President Trump, Q, all our military–to you and this fight I pledge my life, my fortune, and my sacred honor.