The last time my blood pressure probably hit the roof was when I saw Nancy Pelosi, Adam Schiff, James Coney and others conspire to get Donald Trump, the next President of the United States, kicked off of what was then known as Twitter. And it was, as always, to be done under the pretext of protecting us delicate dumb people from the President’s  “treasonous” speeches and tweets. I had grown weary of Trump by then myself, especially after January 6 —not because I thought for a minute that January 6 was a genuine coup-attempt, but simply because I saw the way he treated Mike Pence. I feared he just did not have the right temperament to continue as President of the United States. Too erratic, I believed.

As for the rioters on that fateful day I blamed them alone. I sided with the MAGA devotees who did the right thing and stayed outside the Capitol building, while the others trespassed into the near occasion of sin.

Poor Ashli Babbitt!

But there were no helicopters with machine guns above the Capitol that day — or snipers and military everywhere, which characterize modern coups almost everywhere. No, what I saw was unruly rioters rioting.

I voted neither for Trump or Biden this time around. But over time I saw the hyenas ferociously attacking Trump so unfairly again; but this time it was worse, dragging him month after month from legal pillar to post with lies and propaganda, which the media parroted in unison. The teleprompters never ceased churning out the DNC talking points. And against my better judgement I began feeling very sorry for him.

Then bullets rang out. Trump came within less than an inch of his life. That was it! No more.

The lawfare only ended with Trump’s election. By the time I saw him appointing his second cabinet I was mostly enthused.

But then I saw Elon Musk. Now that got me nervous. I’ve posted about it here many times.. Knowing about his plans for Neuralink and colonizing space with self-perpetuating technology and robotic armies, I wondered how many of President Trump’s team knew how dangerous this man could be.

But I had become so nauseated by Twitter I was relieved when Musk purchased the platform from under them, not exactly knowing what was to come. But I saw things develop quickly.

What came was the continuation of the most vicious occasion for sin on earth. A space entirely without genuine disinterested empathy. A forum of unbelievable hatreds — and an attack on me too.

Why me? Because I decided early to do what no one else on our side as far as I am aware seemed willing to do: call out the most dangerous antichristic lies being put forward by “men” who can dish it but who won’t take it. So I put on the pressure with what I believe were some cogent criticisms, even giving them the same sarcasm at times they gave others. I think it must have been embarrassing to receive it without the ability to answer due to pride. Because they could not deign to answer a nobody like me.

So what do liberal Internationalists do when in such a position? They cry to Daddy. And that’s just what they did, though their abuse of so many, so often, made mine pale by contrast. So I get chastened by Elon’s boys. And the Pied Piper’s are smirking. No more truth to embarrass them. Now they have their Big Boy pants on again.

—SH