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It’s been a long time since I had as much fun as I did yesterday. From about 11:58 AM, when J.D. Vance took the oath of office, to 9:00 PM or so when I called it a night to the sounds of wailing and gnashing of teeth on CNN, it was just awesome.
I have had a gut feeling that started with Butler last summer. That feeling grew in August with Kamala’s attempt at “Joy” and “Brat Summer.” It grew even stronger during Jimmy “Malaise Forever” Carter’s funeral.
It was stronger still during Trump’s inaugural address, when he said, “The United States will once again consider itself a growing nation. One that increases its wealth, expands our territory, builds our cities, raises our expectations, and carries our flag into new and beautiful horizons… launching astronauts to plant the Stars and Stripes on planet Mars.”
Then
when Trump pardoned the J6 protesters, with pictures of them being released from jail, it hit me.
We’re in a color revolution. No more apologies for being American. In a world of growing darkness, we will be the shining light of the West. To paraphrase that great philosopher Reginald Martinez Jackson, we will once again be the straw that stirs the global drink.
I hereby call it the Orange Man Revolution.