Trump is the emblem of the shiv-right revolution, a reification of genuine hope and change. But the man himself is more than a talisman or mystical avatar to propel and strengthen the resolve of a righteous rebel alliance against the anti-White Empire. He is truly a great man, who rightfully belongs among the pantheon of Great American Men. I quote an MPC poster in full who explains in clear blunt language why Trump deserves to be considered a Great Man.
This got long, and rambling. Perhaps worst of all for MPC, this got sincere. Real as f**k, yo. But hell with it:
For all its Vox Day-ness, SJWs always lie is damn good stuff. Never apologize. Never surrender. Especially never surrender the narrative.
Trump is already ahead of Romney. He’s polling closer in blue states-heck, Washington is just about in play. NJ too. Minnesota, Michigan, Ohio, PA-when were these last in the game? Hes even holding steady with Romneys numbers in California. Even New mexico will come down to how Johnson’s 24% collapses nov 8th.
By any measure, Trump is the best Republican candidate since Reagan. Bush I coasted on Ronnie. Dubya got a split decision by judicial fiat, and barely managed to put away JOHN KERRY in 04 with a point here or there.
I have not a word of criticism. Every scandal faded when he ignored it. The entire media elite on both sides has only held him to a tight race with a near certain win (many paths to victory!) and a potential electoral landslide. His gaffes arent not a bit worse than anyone elses.
“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood…and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.”
Be as alpha as you like. Be as silver tongued and fearless as you like. Any of us-anyone else- would have long since broken. Its been a year and a half and every day from every side, Trump has been under unremitting, vicious, downright depraved attack.
I mean- we forget, you know? Not to get mushy…no, f**k it. Lets get mushy. Lets get real.
Theres no reason in HELL to do this. For all the shitlib conspiracy theories, he has the favors, the connections to get out of any supposed debt or legal tangle. Hes been good friends with the Clintons, the Bushes, the Kennedys, a dozen others.
His name, his family, his company, his legacy, his health, his pride, his history; his life-both his social and literal life-all of it thrown on the altar. Not to mewl cuck BS but because he loves this rotten shell of failing dreams. He loves the country that gave his family everything, and he has pledged his life, his fortune, and his sacred honor to fight for her in terrible peril.
Damn us all. Damn us all to hell. A year and a half ago every cockswinging deplorable was jerking off to Teddy Cruz and glumly ready to suck it up and vote Jeb. So we could get our amnesty with a side of guac before we ran to some f**king hideyhole. Maybe let our kids turn ten before the jigs moved in next to the spics. So we could huddle down and “enjoy the decline.” Maybe catch a piece or two of bluehaired vagina while the Romes our fathers built-not just one, but a dozen Romes from coast to coast- rotted and burned.
Criticize? Comment? The unlimited hubris of it. We were WHIPPED, gang. We joked about road wars to whistle past the f**king graveyard because we knew it’d never be that good. Just slow rot and shitty jobs until we died, getting older and weaker and fewer while an endless horde of muds twerked in the ruins of our grandeur.
70 years old. Taking 15 months of endless hate to take a chance at 8 years more.
The more I think of it, the more it moves me. I didn’t think we got men like this anymore. Laugh if you like. I dont give a damn. Donald Trump turned his back on endless, unlimited fame, wealth, hedonism, luxury and peace. Cincinnatus left a plow, not a throne.
I dont care if he ain’t couth. I dont care if he had every wife in Christendom, or missteps ten times or ten thousand times, or doesnt hand me every policy I love on a golden platter.
Theres a story, about Washington. After the war, with no money coming, a number of officers started the Newburgh Conspiracy-plotting a coup. Fascinating stuff, but the gist is this. Washington found out, and went to address them. He gave a speech-great, beautiful speech-to little effect. In a last attempt, he pulled out a letter from a congressman promising (again) money. Started to read it, and faltered.
He took out his glasses. Something almost none of them had seen him wear. And said:
“Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have not only grown gray but almost blind in the service of my country.”
From anyone else,almost any other man in history that would be grotesque pandering. But Washington was really everything they say he is. And his men, these tough bastards from Saratoga and Valley Forge, wept. The conspiracy ended.
I never thought Id see a leader like that. I never thought they’d make another.
Call me naive. Call me glorystruck, blind, a sycophant and a fool. I dont care.
That’s how I feel about Donald From the By God Celebrity Apprentice Trump.
We say “God Emperor” for ironic detachment. A fantasy from Dune or a silly game for overgrown manchildren. The symbols of our cultural degeneracy used as a wall to shield us from the terrible hope we feel. We nitpick and niggle to stay on the details of this and that maneuver to hide away what we’re scared to say. Using the same humorously ironic detachment we condemn in straggling millennial twerps to hide from ourselves.
He isn’t a “shitlord” or a fantasy figure, or a meme.
The terrible, terrifying truth is for the second time-for all the warts and wives- we got another man that goddamned GOOD. We deserve-hah. After decades of failure, neglect, tomfoolery and greed, we deserve to get exactly what they say he is. Every filthy lie, every depraved fantasy of the sniveling f**king cowards we call fellow citizens is our due.
But by the grace of God-the no s**t, real deal, grace and blessing of the Great Jehovah- the dying remnant of our gangrenous nation flipped one last card.
And it came up a Trump.
Im with him. If he wants me to go to Valley Forge or hell, I’m with him. Even if he loses, he gave it all, all the costs he’ll bear-and he will suffer terribly- to cut a path for us out of the wilderness.
Im going back to ironic detachment now. But I wanted to speak my mind to say that I no s**t, no homo, no takebacks, no lie-love Donald J. Trump. And the only thing we could ever do to repay this truly great man, is Make America Great Again.
Trump’s tremendous personal sacrifice to campaign for President against an array of malevolent corrupt American institutions, the media, both political parties, and the vicious malcontents strip-mining America of Her heritage is incomprehensible to most people, even his supporters. But it’s a sacrifice that deserves acknowledgement and admiration. His courage — the courage not just to speak truth in an age of lies but to risk every creature comfort for himself and the futures of his posterity — marks him as a great man that all of us who have called the Chateau our retreat from this gay world should be proud to follow into battle.
