And I'll compare it to...
Posted on 03/05/2025 3:12:46 AM PST by Lazamataz
The night was electric, pulsing with the raw energy of a nation clawing its way back from the abyss. Donald Trump stood at the podium, a lion surveying his den, commanding the chamber with the weight of history pressing against his shoulders. The air was thick with expectation, with defiance, with the unshakable spirit of America refusing to be broken. And then, the moment came—the kind of moment that strips away the political filth and reveals the soul of a country.
A boy named DJ, clad in the crisp uniform of a police officer, stood proud and unwavering, though the cruel grip of fate had marked him for battle against something far more ruthless than any criminal—brain cancer. His father, a cop, watched with pride as his son, too young to understand the horrors of bureaucracy, stood before the most powerful men and women in the nation, believing in something greater than himself.
Trump, never one to miss the chance to honor the real beating heart of America, did what no other president in modern history would have dared. He made DJ an honorary Secret Service agent—not as a political stunt, not as a hollow gesture, but as a symbol of everything that still makes this country great. Here was a boy who, despite all odds, still dreamed of serving and protecting. A boy who saw the badge not as a mark of oppression, but of justice. A boy whose bravery outshone the cowards who sat in the shadows.
The chamber erupted. The walls of Congress shook with applause, the very rafters of democracy trembling under the force of true, unfiltered emotion. People stood, tears in their eyes, clapping until their hands stung. But not everyone.
No, across the aisle sat the Democrats, cold as corpses, eyes hollow, mouths twisted into grimaces of disdain. Not a single clap. Not a single nod of respect. Not an ounce of humanity. These are the same people who weep for criminals, who kneel for thugs, who scream about “justice” while letting chaos swallow the streets. But when a little boy with brain cancer stands before them, embodying everything they should pretend to care about—innocence, courage, sacrifice—they sit there like rotting statues, rigid in their hatred for everything that doesn’t fit their twisted ideology.
It was more than politics. It was a glimpse into the soul of the enemy. They couldn’t stand because standing would mean acknowledging something greater than themselves. It would mean admitting that Trump was right. That honor still means something. That America is still alive, still breathing, still roaring despite their every attempt to smother it beneath their boot.
That moment was bigger than all of them. Bigger than the swamp, bigger than the lies, bigger than the poison dripping from every Democrat's forked tongue. DJ stood there, stronger than the entire party combined, smiling as the President of the United States honored him. And they sat there, sneering, because they knew—deep in the blackened pits of their soulless chests—they would never know what it’s like to be that brave, that good, that true.
They will be remembered for that silence. The people saw. The people will never forget.
And I'll compare it to...
Amen
“in two years, new elections will put Democrats in power in the house and senate.”
That’s definitely typical. This administration, and the atmosphere in the country, isn’t typical, though. We have to pray like crazy that OUR side gains seats.
Very good.
They committed mass suicide live on TV.
Instead of paddles I’m surprised they weren’t drinking kool-aid. Especially after one of their cult leaders, Al “Jim Jones” Green was evicted.
Beware the ides of March Dems. The bell tolls for thee.
I knew it wasn’t from the first paragraph.
Different Mike
We have one of these warming up by the bullpen!
I pray allright. Not for their souls.
Piss in cheerios a lot?
...it goes without sayin’
Preach it, Sister!
WOW!
That ‘mark’ will need medical attention!
Awesome. She is a very smart and attractive young woman.
Thanks for posting. It is a very well-written description of what I saw last night.
Nearly impossible with all the printed paper Biden etal foisted into currency stream.
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