In the hallowed halls of our forefathers manor, where the echoes of our bloodline ring like an old song of wisdom, April Fools’ Day is a day of truth‑telling. It is a holy time when the shroud of make‑believe is lifted, and we, keepers of our tribe’s greatness, face the deep truth that we, too, are but simple fools, bound to the ever‑shifting ways of the world.
On this day, the young heirs of our proud clan gather with their chests full of birthright pride, only to meet the stern eyes of their elders. They know their true trial lies not in their show of deeds, but in their strength to bow, to own the flaws at the heart of being human.
As the sun climbs on this solemn morn, the air hums with strain. Murmurs of trickery drift through the halls, sowing doubt even in the steadiest among us. Yet in this bare and open state, our true might is shaped. By taking on humility, we cool our pride and learn to see the world not through the haze of our own leanings, but with clear and sharpened sight.
When the laughter of our kin rings out—bright and bold—it binds us as one. In that shared spell of being fooled, we see that the strength of this day lies not in the jest itself, but in the truth that we are all seekers, willing to cast off our own narrow thoughts in the hunt for deeper understanding.
Through this yearly rite, we wake to the many‑layered nature of the world, where side‑by‑side truths stand, and the edges of our sight are ever tried. In this wakefulness, we find the nimbleness needed to walk the shifting ground of our lives.
And so, as the sun sinks on another April Fools Day, we stand as wardens of our tribe’s tale—our humility honed, our insight sharpened, our bonds renewed in the forge of shared laughter and newfound sight. In these moments, the old truth handed down through the ages becomes clear:
We are all fools—until we learn. And we learn by being willing to be fooled.
[…]Act 59 may have been sold as a visionary conservation plan, but in practice it ignores the realities of a state where 80% of the land is privately owned and already heavily regulated. Pushing toward a 50% conservation mandate while dismissing the voices of the very people who steward Vermont’s forests, farms, and working landscapes is not environmental leadership—it’s policy imposed from above. When a law counts only 27% of land as “conserved” while excluding 2.5 million acres of responsibly managed working lands, it creates a distorted picture designed to justify more restrictions, not genuine stewardship. Vermonters who manage forests, produce food, and maintain rural economies are treated as obstacles instead of partners, and Act 59 doubles down on that mistake.
House Bill H.730 is the corrective Vermont desperately needs. It demands transparency, notice, and accountability—basic principles that should never have been missing from Act 59 or Act 181. By requiring the state to notify landowners about Tier 2 and Tier 3 regulations and to assess how these rules affect fair market value, H.730 restores fairness to a process that has sidelined rural communities for too long. It recognizes that conservation cannot be achieved by quietly expanding regulatory maps and redefining private property without the people who live on that land even being informed. H.730 insists that Vermonters deserve a seat at the table before sweeping land‑use restrictions reshape their livelihoods.
Supporting H.730 is not anti‑environment—it is pro‑democracy, pro‑transparency, and pro‑working lands. Vermont’s rural economy depends on forestry, farming, and responsible land management, not on policies that treat private landowners as a problem to be regulated out of existence. Act 59 overreaches, overcounts, and oversteps, while H.730 restores balance by demanding that the state acknowledge economic impacts and communicate honestly with the people affected. If Vermont wants resilient communities and healthy ecosystems, it must start by respecting the people who already care for the land every day. H.730 moves us in that direction; Act 59 does not.[…]
Listen up, because the sugar-coated horseshit stops here. Donald J. Trump is the single most polarizing figure in modern American history for a reason. To the screeching liberal hive-mind, he’s literally Adolf Hitler 2.0 – orange, fascist, literally going to put them in camps. To the die-hard MAGA faithful, he’s still the golden-haired American patriot savior who’s going to Make America Great Again for the third time. But to anyone with eyes, ears, and a functioning bullshit detector outside those two camps – libertarians, paleocons, old-school Republicans, actual America Firsters – he looks exactly like what he’s become: a Zionist shill. A central-bank-adjacent operator who talks tough but delivers the same endless foreign entanglements, the same donor-class grift, the same slow erosion of the Bill of Rights that every other swamp creature has delivered since forever.
The downgrade is real. It’s not subtle. It’s not a conspiracy theory. It’s staring you in the face if you’re honest enough to look.
MAGA Then: The Raw, Unfiltered 2016-2020 Fire
Remember the promise? It was electric. It was the middle finger to the entire rotten establishment.
Epstein’s clients were going to prison. Trump stood on stage and talked about the island, the flights, the blackmail files. He was going to declassify it all, drain the swamp, lock up the pedophile elite who ran the country from the shadows. No more “it’s just conspiracy stuff.” Real names. Real justice.
Abolish the IRS. Or at the very least gut it so hard it never recovered. Flat tax, massive cuts, end the income tax tyranny that treats every American like a sharecropper for the federal beast. America First meant keeping your own damn money.
Every single gun law is an infringement. Shall not be infringed wasn’t a slogan – it was doctrine. Bump stocks, red-flag talk, “assault weapon” bans – all of it was unconstitutional garbage from day one. Trump was the NRA’s guy, the 2A absolutist who understood that an armed populace is the only real check on government.
No new wars. Period. He campaigned on ending the forever wars, bringing troops home, stopping the neocons from using American blood and treasure as their personal playground. “America First” meant exactly that: no more regime-change adventures, no more dying for countries that hate us, no more blank checks to foreign lobbies. He mocked the Bush-Cheney crowd, called out the Iraq disaster, and promised to negotiate from strength instead of bombing from weakness.
That was the platform that won. That was the raw energy that flipped the Rust Belt, packed arenas, and scared the globalist class half to death. People weren’t voting for polished policy papers. They were voting to burn the whole thing down and start over.
MAGA Now: The Downgraded, Neutered, Neocon-Reheated Version
Fast-forward to 2025-2026. Trump’s back in the White House. And the movement that once roared “no new wars” is now making excuses for the exact opposite.
“You didn’t care about Epstein when Biden was president.” That’s the new cope. The same crowd that screamed for the client list suddenly shrugs when the files stay buried deeper than they were under Biden. Suddenly it’s “old news” or “both sides do it” or “we’ve got bigger fish to fry.” Translation: the swamp protected its own again, and MAGA is fine with it because the guy with the R next to his name is doing it. If the list had 200 names and half were big-time Republican donors and Israeli-connected power players, you’d hear crickets from the same people who once demanded heads on pikes. The fire is gone. The selective outrage is pathetic.
“Taxing imports will fix the economy.” Suddenly tariffs are the new gospel. Never mind that Trump’s original base included hardcore free-market types who wanted the IRS abolished, not replaced with a trade-war tax that raises prices on American consumers while protecting donor industries. Yes, China cheats. Yes, we got screwed on trade. But the solution isn’t turning the U.S. into a mini-mercantilist state that punishes your own people at the checkout line. It’s not America First when Walmart prices go up so some steel baron can get richer. It’s managed decline dressed up as toughness.
“Red flag laws will fix mass shootings.” This one should make every original MAGA stomach turn. Trump has openly entertained – and in some cases endorsed – the idea that the government can strip your Second Amendment rights based on an accusation, a tip, a “concern” from your ex or your neighbor or some bureaucrat who doesn’t like your politics. Due process? Gone. Innocent until proven guilty? For peasants only. The same man who once correctly called gun control a Democrat scam is now letting the door crack open because “public safety” and “mental health” sound presidential. Every single gun law is an infringement – until it’s politically convenient to pretend otherwise. That’s not evolution. That’s capitulation.
And the killer: “We should do regime change in Venezuela and Iran.” What happened to no new wars? Suddenly the same people who mocked endless Middle East adventures are cheerleading strikes, sanctions, and “maximum pressure” that smells exactly like the neocon playbook that got us into Iraq, Libya, and Syria. Venezuela? A socialist dumpster fire, sure. But sending American kids or American treasure to topple it is not our fight. Iran? The same Iran hawks who got rich off the military-industrial complex are back at the table, and Trump is listening. “America First” has quietly morphed into “Israel First, Saudi First, donor-class-first, and maybe America if there’s anything left in the budget.”
He’s just another central bank Zionist POTUS. Say it out loud. The Federal Reserve still prints money like it’s going out of style. The debt ceiling gets raised. The same Wall Street crowd and foreign lobbies that own both parties still own the White House. AIPAC and the broader Israel lobby didn’t lose influence – they gained a friend who delivers. Billions in aid keep flowing while American cities crumble. “Strongest ally” rhetoric gets trotted out every time someone questions why American foreign policy looks like it’s run out of Tel Aviv instead of D.C.
The Lodestone Is Real – And It’s Sinking the Whole Movement
MAGA is now chained to a Zionist lodestone – a heavy, dragging weight of foreign entanglement, dual loyalty tests, and neocon foreign policy that pulls the entire America First project straight to the bottom of the sea. The original spirit – the one that wanted to end the Fed’s grip, expose the pedophile blackmail rings, secure the borders without invading every desert shithole, and keep the Bill of Rights intact – has been diluted, compromised, and sold for applause lines and campaign cash.
This isn’t Trump Derangement Syndrome from the left. This is pattern recognition from people who actually believed. The same machine that swallowed Bush, swallowed Obama, swallowed Biden, has now swallowed the guy who promised to dismantle it. The Epstein files stay sealed because the clients are too powerful. The IRS stays because real tax reform would threaten too many sacred cows. Gun rights get chipped away because “governing” means compromise with the very swamp you swore to drain. And wars keep getting planned because the donor class and the foreign lobbies demand it.
Liberals were always going to call him Hitler. That was predictable. What wasn’t predictable was how many in MAGA would trade their principles for the warm glow of “at least he’s not a Democrat” while the substance of America First got hollowed out and replaced with the same old Zionist-neocon grift wearing a red hat.
The brutal truth: if you still can’t see it, you’re not a patriot anymore – you’re just another partisan useful idiot. The lodestone is dragging you under right alongside the rest of us. The only way out is to stop making excuses, stop the selective amnesia, and demand the original platform or nothing. No more downgrades. No more shilling. No more “but he’s better than the alternative.”
Because if the alternative to selling out is losing, then maybe losing while staying true to America First is the only way to ever win again. The sea is cold, the weight is real, and MAGA is sinking fast. Time to cut the chain – or drown with it.
U.S. Senator Peter Welch of Vermont didn’t just cast a vote on March 25, 2026—he declared open war on the rule of law, on American sovereignty, and on the safety of every citizen tired of watching their country bleed out from unchecked illegal immigration. In a sniveling press release, this out-of-touch Democrat opposed the confirmation of tough-talking Oklahoma Senator Markwayne Mullin as Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security. His excuse? Hand-wringing over “immigration enforcement policies” and two high-profile fatal incidents during federal raids in Minneapolis. Welch demanded “major reforms” at DHS and ICE while viciously attacking President Trump’s agenda and Stephen Miller’s no-nonsense approach. He painted ICE as terrorists and Mullin as their willing executioner. This isn’t principled dissent. This is the pathetic bleating of a politician who would rather shield criminal invaders and rioting activists than protect the American families paying the ultimate price for decades of border treason.
Let’s eviscerate Welch’s drivel with the truth that elite Democrats like him desperately try to bury under mountains of virtue-signaling corpses.
Welch claims DHS and ICE “need major reforms.” What he really means is emasculation. He wants to transform these agencies from shields of the homeland into glorified welcome wagons for the world’s problems. He slams the Trump-Miller immigration agenda—the very policies that, in Trump’s first term, delivered the lowest illegal crossings in decades, record interior enforcement, and a border that actually meant something. Under Biden-Harris, that agenda was torched: over 10 million encounters, millions of gotaways, cities turned into tent cities, hospitals overwhelmed, schools flooded, and fentanyl killing more Americans annually than the Vietnam War. Stephen Miller’s unforgivable sin? Insisting that America has the sovereign right—and moral duty—to decide who enters, not cartels, NGOs, or vote-harvesting machines. Welch’s “reforms” would revive catch-and-release, endless asylum abuse, and sanctuary city protections that turn local police into accomplices in national suicide.
The heart of Welch’s pearl-clutching is the Minneapolis Operation Metro Surge—a massive, necessary ICE-led crackdown that netted thousands of arrests in a city long poisoned by sanctuary madness. In January 2026, 37-year-old Renée Nicole Good, a mother of three, was shot and killed by an ICE agent during an enforcement action. Weeks later, 37-year-old Alex Pretti, an intensive care nurse at the VA hospital, was fatally shot by federal agents in another incident. Protests exploded. The left screamed “terror.” Welch wailed: “We can’t have a repeat of what happened in Minneapolis, where ICE terrorized a city and killed two people.” He refused to back a nominee who would “continue to carry out this agenda.”
Operation Metro Surge wasn’t some random raid—it was a targeted surge into a progressive hellhole that had become a safe haven for the worst criminal illegal aliens: pedophiles, domestic abusers, MS-13 gang members, and fentanyl distributors roaming free thanks to leftist policies that handcuffed local cops. ICE arrested thousands, including the “worst of the worst” that sanctuary cities deliberately protected. Good and Pretti weren’t random choirboys caught in crossfire. Details show chaotic encounters—vehicles ramming agents, resistance, crowds interfering, agents facing potential deadly threats in tense, high-stakes operations. Agents fired in self-defense. Tragic? Yes. But these deaths pale against the avalanche of American victims slaughtered by the very criminals Welch’s softness enables: thousands murdered, raped, or overdosed since the borders flung open.
Where was Senator Welch’s fiery press release when American mothers buried daughters gang-raped by illegal aliens? Where was his outrage during the Biden years as record fentanyl poured in, killing over 100,000 Americans yearly—many in Vermont’s own backyards? Where were the tears for the veterans Pretti supposedly cared for, now competing with illegal migrants for hospital beds and VA resources? Minneapolis didn’t get “terrorized” by ICE. It got a long-overdue reckoning after years of importing chaos under the guise of “diversity.” Protesters didn’t peacefully assemble—they blocked agents, blew whistles to tip off targets, interfered with lawful operations, and turned neighborhoods into combat zones. Welch calls this “brutality.” Patriots call it law and order finally reasserting itself after leftist experiments in anarchy turned cities into war zones.
This is peak Democrat hypocrisy. The same party that shrieked “defund the police” and cheered as crime skyrocketed now cries foul when federal agents enforce federal immigration laws that Congress itself passed. They wail about “two people” killed in enforcement actions but shrug at the mountains of bodies stacked by illegal aliens: Angel Moms and Dads whose children were murdered, women assaulted in “sanctuary” shelters, communities bankrupted by billions in welfare, education, and healthcare for people who broke the law to get here. Polls consistently show overwhelming American support—including among legal immigrants and Hispanics—for deporting criminal illegals first. Seventy-three percent agree illegal entry is lawbreaking. Majorities back mass removals of those with criminal records. Yet Welch and his ilk treat sovereignty as a dirty word and American citizens as collateral damage in their globalist utopia.
Markwayne Mullin is precisely the antidote this country needs. A former MMA fighter, successful businessman, and straight-shooting senator who doesn’t mince words or bow to activist mobs. Mullin has the backbone to lead DHS with one mission: secure the homeland. Under Trump and Miller’s direction, that means prioritizing criminals for removal, ending catch-and-release, dismantling sanctuary networks, and restoring deterrence so potent that crossings plummet again. Mullin won’t apologize for agents doing dangerous work. He won’t tie their hands while cartels laugh and NGOs profit. Welch admits Mullin is “competent” and “honest” yet still voted no—proving his opposition isn’t about qualifications but ideology. He wants a DHS secretary who will slow-walk the crackdown, preserve the status quo of invasion-by-stealth, and keep the spigot of cheap labor and future Democrat voters flowing.
And the cynicism doesn’t stop there. After knifing Mullin over enforcement, Welch piously offers to “work with” him on FEMA, calling it “critically important” while claiming it’s “under attack by the president.” Convenient. He’ll obstruct border security—the core function of DHS—but play ball on disaster relief dollars that flow back to blue strongholds. He’ll promise “oversight,” just as he did with prior secretaries like Kristi Noem, meaning weaponized hearings, selective leaks, and every bureaucratic trick to undermine results. This is not accountability. This is sabotage.
America has had enough of pathological altruism and suicidal compassion. For years, open-borders ideologues like Welch turned our southern frontier into a sieve, flooded interior cities with unvetted masses, and gaslit the public that noticing the crime, strain, and cultural erosion made you a bigot. The result? Overwhelmed schools where American kids fall behind, emergency rooms turned into free clinics for non-citizens, wages suppressed for working-class Americans, and a fentanyl death toll that dwarfs any “brutality” in a single ICE operation. The Trump agenda isn’t extreme—it’s restorative. It’s the bare minimum of self-preservation for a nation that has welcomed more immigrants legally than any other in history, but refuses to become a doormat.
Peter Welch’s vote wasn’t courage. It was contempt for the voters who elected Trump in a landslide to end the madness. It was a signal to illegal aliens and their enablers: resist, protest, interfere—and we’ll tie the hands of those sworn to stop you. While two deaths in Minneapolis dominate the headlines, thousands more Americans continue to pay with their lives, their safety, and their futures because politicians prioritize foreigners over citizens.
The crackdown will proceed. Mullin will be confirmed. Deportations will ramp up. Borders will harden. Cartels will feel the pain, sanctuary cities will face consequences, and the American people will finally breathe easier knowing their government puts them first. Welch can grandstand in his Vermont echo chamber all he wants. History will record him as just another enabler of the invasion, more concerned with performative tears for resisters than justice for victims.
Enough weakness. Enough excuses. Secure the border. Enforce the laws. Deport the criminals and restore America as a sovereign nation that values its own people above all. Anything less is national suicide—and Peter Welch just volunteered as its cheerleader. The American public sees through the spin. The era of apologizing for wanting a safe, lawful country is over.
Listen up, Vermont. While your lawmakers pat themselves on the back for endless hearings on immigration theater and feel-good progressive crusades, real Vermonters are getting murdered by the very monsters the system refuses to contain. Emily Hamann. Karina Rheaume. Their blood is on the hands of a broken system that treats violent, incompetent defendants like fragile snowflakes who need “community reintegration” instead of a locked door and real consequences. This isn’t “reform”—it’s reckless insanity. And Bill S.193 isn’t some radical right-wing fever dream. It’s the bare-minimum, common-sense fix that’s been screaming for passage since at least 2020. If it dies in the final weeks of this session, the next victim’s name is on the conscience of every senator and representative who prioritized politics over public safety.
Let’s cut the euphemisms and speak the ugly truth this state’s elite hates to hear: Vermont has zero secure facility and zero formal process for people found incompetent to stand trial who don’t quite hit the clinical bar for psychiatric hospitalization—but who are still batshit dangerous enough to slaughter innocents. These aren’t misunderstood kids with anxiety. These are repeat violent offenders with rap sheets longer than the waitlist for a Burlington condo. They get arrested for crimes that could carry life sentences, get declared incompetent, and then… what? They rot in limbo in county jails or cycle through half-assed programs with no real treatment, no path to restoration, and no trial. No verdict. No justice. No closure for the families left picking up the pieces.
The consequences aren’t theoretical—they’re body bags. Darren Pronto had a documented history of violent crimes and had already been found incompetent to stand trial once before. Released from psychiatric care just three months prior, he allegedly murdered Emily Hamann. Three months. That’s how long the system’s “middle ground” lasted before another Vermonter was gone. Emily’s mother, Kelly Carroll, has been fighting this fight with raw, unrelenting fury through Voices for Vermont Victims, testifying in committee after committee because she refuses to let the next family suffer the same hell.
Then there’s Karina Rheaume, killed by her own father, James Perry Jr. He was found not guilty by reason of insanity—classic get-out-of-jail-free card in this state—and instead of a locked forensic facility where he could actually get treatment and stay contained, he was dumped into a residential program. Not secure. Not locked. Just another open-door “therapeutic” setting where a man who murdered his daughter could, theoretically, walk out whenever the voices told him to. This is what passes for “mental health care” in Vermont: compassion for the killer, crumbs for the victims.
Vermont may be the only state in the union without a dedicated secure forensic facility for exactly this population. Think about that for a second. Every other state figured out you can’t just warehouse dangerous incompetents in regular jails indefinitely or release them into the community with a pat on the head and a prescription. But not us. Not the People’s Republic of Vermont, where ideology always trumps reality. Lawmakers have been kicking this can since 2020. Bills have died, promises have evaporated, and the body count climbs while the same committees waste hours grandstanding on everything except the one thing that actually protects Vermonters.
Enter S.193—the bill that finally says enough. Its objective is laser-focused and unapologetic: Create a secure treatment facility inside the Department of Corrections for defendants charged with crimes that could carry life sentences who are found incompetent to stand trial or not guilty by reason of insanity, but who don’t meet the full clinical threshold for a psychiatric hospital. This isn’t a prison for the mentally ill in the punitive sense. It’s a locked forensic facility—a real, secure treatment center that provides actual mental health care and competency restoration services. The goal? Get these defendants stable enough to stand trial, face a jury, and deliver the verdicts families have been denied for years.
The Agency of Human Services backs it. The Department of Corrections is already holding six people right now with no formal competency restoration pathway—six dangerous individuals the state has no idea what to do with except shuffle them around like hot potatoes. DOC officials have testified that they need this facility yesterday. Even the most bleeding-heart advocates can’t pretend this gap doesn’t exist; they just prefer to whine about “stigma” and “over-incarceration” while the next Emily Hamann waits in the morgue.
The legislative journey of S.193 has been a masterclass in Vermont’s dysfunctional sausage-making. It survived extensive review in Senate Judiciary, Health and Welfare, and Appropriations committees—multiple sessions, mountains of testimony from state officials, prosecutors, defense attorneys, advocacy groups like Voices for Vermont Victims, Disability Rights Vermont, Vermont Legal Aid, and everyday citizens who showed up because their families are the ones paying the price. Lt. Governor John Rodgers deserves credit for dragging victims into the State House to force the issue. Kelly Carroll didn’t just testify; she’s been the unrelenting voice of the dead, refusing to let this bill fade into bureaucratic oblivion.
Senate Judiciary voted it out favorably on March 12. Senate Appropriations gave it the green light on March 27. But of course there was opposition—because in Vermont, even the most obvious public safety measure triggers the usual suspects. Senator Tanya Vyhovsky voted no in Judiciary. In Appropriations, Senator Major voted against it and Senator Plunkett abstained. These votes aren’t abstract policy disagreements; they’re votes against locking up killers who can’t be trusted in the community. They’re votes for more indefinite detention without resolution, more cycling through facilities, and more grieving families.
And now the clock is ticking. As of this writing, the Senate floor vote is scheduled for March 31. The policy crossover deadline may or may not have been missed—Kelly Carroll is right to sound the alarm that delays have already jeopardized everything. The House has precious little time to review, amend, reconcile, and pass before the May 8 adjournment. The bill’s location and exact bed capacity are still fuzzy details, but those are engineering problems, not reasons to kill it. What’s crystal clear is that the Department of Corrections is already managing these cases on the fly with no tools. S.193 gives them the tool.
Here’s the politically incorrect part the media and the left-wing advocacy machine won’t say out loud: This entire mess is the direct result of prioritizing criminals’ “rights” over victims’ lives. We’ve spent years defunding, deconstructing, and “reimagining” public safety in the name of equity and compassion. We’ve diverted committee time and media oxygen to Burlington ICE hearings while a bill that would prevent the next murder by a known violent incompetent sits on the back burner. We’ve let disability rights groups and legal aid organizations frame secure treatment as some kind of human rights violation, as if the right to walk free after being found incompetent to stand trial for murder is more sacred than a little girl’s right to grow up.
Enough. Mental illness is real. It deserves treatment. But when that illness makes someone a clear and present danger—when they’ve already racked up violent charges and a judge has said they can’t stand trial—society’s first duty is not to coddle them. It’s to protect everyone else. S.193 does exactly that without throwing compassion out the window. It restores competency so trials can happen. It delivers justice. It gives families closure instead of perpetual limbo.
Vermont, this is your moment. The Senate has one job on March 31: pass S.193 with an overwhelming, bipartisan roar. The House must treat it like the emergency it is and ram it through before adjournment. The governor needs to sign it the second it hits the desk. If any legislator votes no or hides behind procedural nonsense, name them. Shame them. Remember them when they come begging for your vote next cycle. Because the next Darren Pronto or James Perry Jr. is already in the system, waiting for the next “compassionate” release.
Kelly Carroll and every other victim’s family who showed up to testify didn’t do it for photo ops. They did it because the system murdered their daughters and then shrugged. S.193 is the bare-minimum acknowledgment that Vermont finally gives a damn about protecting the living instead of pampering the dangerous. Pass the damn bill. Lock the doors. Restore competency. Deliver justice.
The blood of the next victim is already on the calendar. Don’t let it be on your hands.
Texas News just dropped the latest proof that Governor Greg Abbott isn’t a Texas governor—he’s a bought-and-paid-for Zionist puppet, an Israel-First whore who sold his soul to Chabad Lubavitch faster than you can say “dual loyalty.” Yesterday, March 27, 2026, Abbott stood shoulder-to-shoulder with these black-hat Hasidic operators and signed a formal state proclamation endorsing the Noahide Laws in Texas. Not some vague “interfaith” fluff. A straight-up official endorsement of the seven Noahide Laws—the Jewish supremacist legal code that Chabad wants imposed on every non-Jew in America.
And because one act of treason wasn’t enough for this spineless RINO, Abbott also celebrated the birthday of Chabad’s dead “Rebbe,” Menachem Mendel Schneerson—the guy they treat like the messiah even though he’s been rotting in a grave since 1994. Abbott told the entire state of Texas they should join him in honoring this fake messiah and his cult. Let that sink in. The governor of the second-biggest state in the Union is publicly genuflecting to a foreign religious mafia and ordering the rest of us to do the same.
Greg Abbott is just another worthless RINO Christian Zionist who deserves to be thrown down the stairs—metaphorically, physically, politically, whatever gets the job done. He’s not “conservative.” He’s not “pro-Texas.” He’s a traitor wearing cowboy boots and a Bible, and the only flag he actually salutes has a Star of David on it.
Let’s get honest about what happened. Chabad Lubavitch isn’t some harmless outreach group. It’s a global Jewish supremacist machine with billions in assets, deep infiltration into every level of American power, and one mission: elevate Jewish law and Jewish interests above everyone else. The Rebbe Schneerson spent decades preaching that non-Jews exist to serve Jews. His followers still chant it. They’ve got “Education and Sharing Day” proclamations in almost every state because they’ve bought the politicians like cheap whores at a truck stop. Abbott just became their latest notch.
The Noahide Laws aren’t “moral guidelines.” They’re a seven-point death warrant for gentiles who step out of line. One: worship only their God—no Christianity, no paganism, no nothing. Two: no blasphemy against the Jewish version of God. Three: no murder (unless it’s Jews doing it, apparently). Four: no theft. Five: no sexual immorality (their definition). Six: no eating flesh from a living animal (random, but okay). Seven: establish courts to enforce all of the above. And the penalty for breaking most of them? Death by beheading, according to the Talmudic rabbis who cooked this up. Chabad doesn’t hide it. They celebrate it. They lobby for it. And now Greg Abbott just made Texas the latest state to officially bless this garbage.
This isn’t “Judeo-Christian values.” This is Jewish values shoved down Christian throats while the Christians clap like trained seals. Abbott, the guy who claims to be a defender of the unborn and the border, just signed papers endorsing a system that would make practicing Christianity illegal under Noahide rules. Idolatry—meaning Jesus—is punishable by death. Think about that the next time some Chabad rabbi pats Abbott on the back and calls him a “righteous gentile.”
And don’t give me the “but Israel is our ally” cop-out. Israel isn’t our ally. Israel is a foreign country that sucks billions in U.S. tax dollars every year while its American lobby (AIPAC, Chabad, ADL, the whole parasitic network) dictates our foreign policy, our immigration policy, our speech laws, and now our state proclamations. Greg Abbott has been to Israel more times than he’s visited the Texas-Mexico border when it actually mattered. He cries about “antisemitism” the second someone notices he’s beholden to Tel Aviv, but he couldn’t give two shits about White Texans watching their communities get overrun, their wages depressed, their kids indoctrinated, and their culture erased.
This is the Zionist American Empire in action. Not the American Republic the Founders built. Not the nation that put Americans first. This is an empire where a Texas governor publicly celebrates a dead Jewish rabbi’s birthday and endorses Jewish religious law for the goyim while the southern border remains a sieve and American cities turn into third-world war zones. America First? Greg Abbott wouldn’t know America First if it kicked him in his RINO balls. He’s Israel First, Chabad First, donor class First—everything except the actual citizens of Texas who pay his salary.
I’m done pretending. I pledge NO ALLEGIANCE to your Zionist American Empire. None. Zero. I don’t care about your dual-citizen officials, your Chabad-funded politicians, your Noahide proclamations, or your Rebbe birthday parties. America First. Europe and the Anglosphere second because that’s where our blood, our history, our culture, and our people actually come from. Everything else—Israel, Chabad, the entire Middle Eastern mess, the third-world hordes, the globalist financial vampires—is rubbish. Straight-up garbage that should be flushed.
Greg Abbott isn’t an outlier. He’s the rule. Both parties are rotten with these Zionist whores. Republicans and Democrats alike trip over themselves to sign Chabad’s papers, fly to Israel, and take the shekels while real Americans get told to shut up and die for “democracy” in the Middle East. The border? Wide open. The economy? Rigged for foreigners. Free speech? Only if it doesn’t criticize the wrong tribe. But a Texas governor has time to endorse the Noahide Laws and throw a birthday party for a dead rabbi whose cult believes non-Jews are cattle.
Wake the fuck up, Texas. This isn’t “philo-Semitism.” This is submission. This is conquest by other means. They don’t need tanks when they own the governors. They don’t need armies when the politicians sign the laws for them. Abbott just proved it in front of the cameras.
Throw this RINO down the stairs. Politically. Electorally. Publicly shame him until he resigns or gets primaried by someone who actually puts Texas—real Texas, White Christian Texas—first. Stop voting for these Israel-First frauds. Stop letting Chabad write your state’s moral code. Stop pretending “Judeo-Christian” means anything other than “Jews first, Christians last.”
The Rebbe is dead. His messiah scam died with him. But the treason lives on in men like Greg Abbott. Enough. America First or get the hell out of the way. Europe and the Anglosphere built the modern world—the rest is just noise, parasites, and foreign lobbies sucking us dry.
I pledge no allegiance to the Zionist American Empire. And neither should you.
Texas deserves better than this Israel-First whore in the governor’s mansion. The stairs are waiting, Greg. Start descending.
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The corporate media hive mind is creaming itself over Thomas Renner, the newly elected mayor of Winooski, Vermont—the “first Black and openly gay mayor” in the entire third-whitest state in America. VTDigger and the rest of the left-wing echo chamber can’t shut up about how this guy “understands representation” at a time when “underrepresented groups” are supposedly quaking in their boots because President Trump finally decided to enforce immigration laws instead of letting the border dissolve into a fentanyl superhighway. Immigrants dodging the grocery store? Black folks carrying passports like they’re in a police state? ICE “unlawfully” detaining a handful of people who got released? All of it framed as some existential racial terror that only a symbolic savior like Renner can fix.
Here’s the deliciously inconvenient truth the propaganda machine buries under layers of rainbow glitter and victim porn: Thomas Renner doesn’t look particularly Black. Not even close. By any honest eyeball test—light features, ambiguous complexion, nothing screaming sub-Saharan African—he comes across as, at most, a third Black or less. Maybe a distant drop of ancestry diluted through generations of mixing in his cosmopolitan upbringing. Yet the media slaps the capital-B “Black” label on him like it’s sacred scripture, crowning him Vermont’s historic first as if he just stepped off the plantation instead of a parade float. This isn’t “accurate representation.” This is one-drop rule bullshit resurrected for 21st-century grift: amplify whatever trace ancestry fits the narrative, ignore the obvious mixed reality, and pretend it’s a triumph over systemic racism in a state where actual Black residents hover around 1-2% of the population. Winooski itself? Barely 4-9% Black depending on the count. The rest is still overwhelmingly White, with some Asian and immigrant pockets. But facts don’t matter when the story demands a melanin hero.
This is politically correct orwellian insanity on steroids. Democracy isn’t supposed to be a casting call for identity avatars. It’s supposed to be about picking the most competent person to run a damn city—fix the roads, control spending, keep streets safe, make schools teach kids something useful instead of pronoun workshops. Instead, Winooski hands the part-time mayor gig (now with a voter-approved doubled stipend because apparently symbolism costs more) to a guy whose biggest résumé line is checking boxes: Black (sort of), gay, grew up abroad, saw Nelson Mandela as a kid while mom cried, worked for Patrick Leahy and now Becca Balint. Uncontested election. 780-796 votes out of a tiny pool in a city of 8,300. Interim role after the previous female mayor quit to pop out a kid. And the press treats it like MLK just reincarnated with a husband and eight backyard chickens.
The fear-mongering is even more pathetic. Renner whines that immigrants are “considering moving” or yanking kids from school because Trump cracked down on illegal immigration—the same chaos that previously flooded services, spiked crime in sanctuary experiments elsewhere, and got actual U.S. citizens killed in places like Minnesota. African Americans “carrying their passports” afraid of being confused for illegals? Give me a fucking break. Legal citizens aren’t the target, and pretending enforcement equals racism is how you keep minorities paranoid and dependent on Democrat saviors. Real Black Americans with deep roots in this country have zero reason to fear ICE unless they’re harboring criminals. But the narrative demands perpetual victimhood, so here we are: a mostly-White state panicking over “aggressive federal enforcement” while the media ignores that Vermont’s low-crime, high-trust vibe came from cultural cohesion, not imported tribalism.
Renner’s cheerleaders pile on the delusion. Deputy Mayor Bryn Oakleaf gushes that as a “Black man and member of the LGBTQ+ communities,” he brings a perspective “absent from the decision-making table.” Translation: Your skin tone and who you fuck matter more than whether you can balance a budget or stop property taxes from eating Vermonters alive. State Senate boss Kesha Ram Hinsdale calls Winooski “ahead of its time”—affordable, welcoming to generations of immigrants. Affordable? In a state strangled by green regulations and migration pressures driving up housing? The school superintendent praises “leaders of color or LGBTQ+” for stepping into spaces where their “identity makes them a target.” Bullshit. The only targeting happening is against normalcy—against expecting leaders to prioritize legal residents, enforce laws, and treat everyone as individuals instead of grievance mascots.
Renner admits he’s often the only “person of color” in the room and wants people “like me” to see someone in charge. Why? So impressionable kids learn that fractional ancestry plus sexual orientation qualifies you for power without earning it the hard way? He faced one N-word incident in a parade—tough, racism exists, assholes exist everywhere. But one jerk doesn’t justify turning city government into a microaggression detection squad scanning every policy for “unintended consequences” on sacred victim groups. His early life: UK doorknocking, UVM romance with Vermont, marriage to his veteran husband livestreamed during COVID, dog Charlie, brunch at some trendy spot. Charming domestic fluff. None of it proves he can govern better than some straight White guy who actually knows how to plow snow or cut red tape.
This fetish for “representation” is destroying competence. Vermont didn’t carve its independent streak from mountains by obsessing over who looks how much Black or how flamboyantly gay. It built trust through shared values—self-reliance, not sanctuary signaling that invites chaos. The media’s desperate insistence on calling Renner “Black” when he visually registers as lightly mixed at best exposes the con: identity politics isn’t about truth or fairness; it’s about power through manufactured guilt and division. If he looked fully Black, the script might hold superficial water. But the eagerness to stretch the label reveals they don’t care about authentic ancestry—they care about the optics that shame White Vermonters into submission and keep “communities of color” voting blue out of manufactured fear.
Winooski’s “most diverse” status is a joke in context: still majority White, tiny Black percentage, school district majority-minority mostly via other groups. Electing Renner doesn’t “reassure” anyone; it signals that feelings trump results. Real reassurance? Secure borders so legal immigrants and citizens aren’t competing with illegals for jobs and housing. Competent policing without apology. Schools that prioritize reading, math, and trades over drag queen story hour and critical race indoctrination. Leaders picked for what they can deliver, not what checkboxes they fill.
Renner will likely run for a full term. Voters in that tiny bubble can rubber-stamp him again if they want performative politics with chickens and a husband. The rest of us see it for the farce it is: a dying ideology’s last stand, where a lightly Black-passing, gay mayor becomes “historic” proof that diversity is our strength—even when the diversity is invented, the problems are exaggerated, and the solutions are nonexistent. Vermont deserves better than this clown show. America does too. Stop electing avatars. Start demanding adults who put country, city, and competence first—before the whole experiment collapses under the weight of its own stupid lies. The Green Mountains weren’t built on guilt trips and one-drop myths. They were built on grit. Time to choose grit over grift.
[…]Every year, the Vermont legislature forces through another yield bill to set the crushing property tax rates that fund the state’s bloated education machine. The FY27 version is up for final passage today in the House. This Democrat-backed plan, padded with one-time surplus cash, still slams Vermonters with roughly a 7% tax increase—better than the original 10%+ hit, but far short of real relief. Governor Scott and Republicans fought for deeper, honest cuts using available funds to spare families right now, when costs are already unbearable. Instead, House Democrats are playing politics by hoarding money for next year, setting up a potential 15% tax explosion down the road. That’s not fiscal responsibility; it’s kicking the can while pretending to care about working families, seniors, and small businesses being driven out of Vermont by endless tax hikes.
True relief means confronting the root problem: years of unchecked spending, education bureaucracy bloat, and one-party Democrat dominance that refuses real reform. Affordability isn’t a chance for politicians to buy re-election with temporary gimmicks that explode later. Vermonters need structural changes—spending restraint, efficiency, accountability, and parental choice—not more creative accounting that mortgages tomorrow for short-term political points. Republicans are pushing to deliver meaningful relief today without the sleight-of-hand. It’s time to end the cycle of tax-and-spend madness, cut the waste, and let hardworking Vermonters keep more of what they earn while actually securing a sustainable future for our children and our state.[…]
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