The Heritage Revolution

January 29, 2025
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This is what the Globohomos wanted for all of America:


It’s not about economic power. It’s not about their personal wealth.

They want to see America covered in shit and garbage; one vast nation of homeless beggars, grubbing in filth, hopeless, their children already addicted to drugs and whored out. An entire people genocided by government policies and ruled over by foreign H1Bers.

That’s what their plan has always been.

But because God wasn’t done with us, He granted the Mandate of Heaven to Trump.

We’ve seen daily miracles since his inauguration, things we hadn’t even dared to dream about happening in real-time. Trump’s team has launched an all-out war against the Globohomos, starting with what they thought were their untouchable fortifications and bases.

These moral monsters will not be going down without a fight. Their lapdogs of lies, the journalists, have been trying to spin everything in the negative, spread rumors on social media sites, undermine everything. The ones accustomed to controlling the levers of power are still in denial. After all, what does it matter if entire departments of functionaries are wiped out? What if a thousand criminals are deported this week? They are still in control.

Once Trump starts putting pressure on them, then we’ll see real backlash.

Pray for Trump and his team. Pray for the US.

We’re in a place completely new in our collective history: the opposite of color revolution, a heritage revolution. Instead of a long march through the institutions, we have Team Killdozer dismantling our enemies’ centers of control and installing Trump loyalists.

Pray that America will rise from the dust as she was meant to be: A Nation Under God.

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