I’m angry, and I have every right to be.

For years, I’ve openly exercised my First Amendment rights. I respectfully speak my mind as any American should expect to do without fear of retaliation. I’m not chasing fame or fortune. All I’ve ever wanted is the basic freedom to express myself and be left alone. This isn’t a sob story or an attempt at sympathy. It’s just the truth of what happens when you refuse to stay silent.

The attacks come relentlessly from those on the left, who seem compelled, almost trained to silence dissent. They view their actions as virtuous, even heroic. It’s straight out of Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals, Rule 8: “Keep the pressure on. Never let up.” Keep switching tactics to keep the opposition off balance—attack from all sides, never giving them a moment to rest, regroup, or recover.

That’s exactly what I’ve endured. Deactivation and deletion of accounts, demonetization, doxing of myself and my children, personal verbal and physical assaults, targeted hate against my former small business. A business that had zero political opinions. Yet the attacks come from people who have never signed the front of a paycheck, never built anything of real value. They are driven by envy or pure conditioned rage. How have we let this Gestapo-like behavior become normal in America?

And for what?

Haters just hating? No, it is more than that.

It’s as if they resent achievement itself. They hate that I stood for my country on the National Mall in D.C. for 34 straight days and nights in peaceful protest—barely a blip in the media—while Occupy Wall Street got endless headlines over a single lawn chair. They hate that I refused to be intimidated, that I kept using my voice and my pen despite the insults and screams. They hate my stand against school boards mandating masks on kids or allowing staff to organize disruptive pro-LGBTQ walkouts while punishing anti-mandate protesters. They hate that I rose to leadership in a patriot group, wrote a book exposing bad actors on all sides, and built a slow but steadily growing social media presence, website, and business while they stay stuck in their cycles.

The core truth is they hate me and they don’t know why. Unaware that they have been conditioned to see people on the right as evil. Not misguided, not wrong, not even dangerous, but evil. That label changes everything. Evil justifies violence. It turns harassment into “justice” and attackers into heroes.

I’m not here to complain. I appreciate my family, my work, my freedoms. But it’s frustrating to watch others explode in followers by peddling hate, lies, or sexualizing themselves, while authentic voices get suppressed.

Americans on both sides swallow obvious fake or unverified stories and regurgitate the false narratives acting as a puppet for those who wrote the narrative. Sometimes, blatant AI deepfakes are believed without a moment of research critical thinking. True sheep, blindly following the media’s nonstop barrage of negativity against Trump and conservatives.

The more we chase every notification and headline, the more we surrender control of our minds. We sway with the political winds instead of anchoring to principles. It’s odd coming from someone who engages deeply with politics, but lately even I feel the exhaustion. I can handle more than most, yet the constant noise wears me down. I no longer fully trust what I hear, and with AI advancing, I increasingly doubt what I see. Detection gets harder every day and soon, it will be impossible to tell real from fake.

In that world, do we all shrink back into our homes and local tribes, retreating from the useful idiots and violent agitators that believe everything that they are told to believe?

Politicians and media figures rarely deliver genuine promises. They deploy tactics to influence voters, to shape narratives, and to control how we think. Everything targets our attention. Chasing endless updates hands them that power over our minds.

A regular detox is essential. Step away from the feed. Read a book. Reconnect with real life and the people around you, your daily work, your community.

They want us to see labels but when I look around I see only Americans. I notice differences, of course like skin color, gender, backgrounds, etc., Some Americans happen to be Black. Some Americans happen to be women. Some Americans happen to be immigrants who chose this nation, legally. We all share the same flag, the same Constitution, the same stake in this country’s future. That unity is what matters most, and it’s worth defending against the outrage machine.

I’m far from perfect. I make mistakes every day, but I won’t stop speaking truth, even when it’s hard or unpopular. The frustration is real, but so is the resolve. My prayer is that my principles will outlast the noise.

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