My feelings on Trump after voting for him twice:
I watched you kiss that wall, and something inside me snapped, clean, final, like a bone that’s been stressed too long. All those years I defended you, fought for you, believed every word you threw into those crowded arenas… and for what? To watch you bow your head to another nation like some starstruck pilgrim desperate for approval that should’ve meant nothing compared to the people back home? You weren’t sent there to worship symbols in someone else’s land. You were sent there because men like me, men who work, men who bleed, men who’ve been forgotten by every polished liar in Washington, thought you’d finally be different. It was a small thought and hope.
But there you stood, forehead pressed to foreign stone as if salvation lived anywhere but the broken towns you promised to rebuild. And when you bowed to their leader smiling, obedient, reverent; it felt like watching the last ounce of our faith drain out onto the floor. Do you have any idea what it’s like to realize the man you thought would fight for your country was busy currying favor with another? Do you know what it feels like to realize that America First was just a slogan, and not a spine?
We didn’t back you so you could audition for applause overseas. We didn’t lift you up for you to kneel for anyone. We believed you would finally put the American people where they deserved to be at the center of your loyalty, not on the sidelines while you chased approval from foreign powers who will never send a dollar to our factories, never bring jobs back to our dying towns, never bury our veterans.
And now I’m left with the taste of betrayal in my mouth—because it’s clear that the promises you made were easier to speak than to keep. You were supposed to stand tall for us. Instead, you bent. You bowed. You kissed the wall and forgot the people who built the foundation you stand on.
So hear this: if the America-First dream survives, it won’t be because of you. It will be in spite of you. Because we don’t bow. We don’t kiss anyone’s wall. And we damn sure don’t forget who we’re supposed to fight for.
We will be instrumental in bringing the entire diseased temple down and will rejoice when foreign influence is a thing of the past. We would rather see it all burn than continue to bow the knee to Israeli interests.