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America First!

(Pinterest)

THE POISONING OF AMERICA

So the President dropped a bomb the other morning, and apparently he’s “dealing with the poisoning of America.” And honestly, no shock there. Half this country’s been chugging poison for years and calling it “progress.”

Look, when Trump says he’s dealing with poison, he ain’t talking about your cousin’s undercooked turkey or whatever expired vegetable your liberal neighbor calls dinner. He’s talking about the mess Joe’s little Autopen Administration pumped into this country like a busted septic tank. Thirdworlders pouring over the border, criminals dumped in like America’s the world’s Goodwill bin, and the media acting like it’s an episode of Mister Rogers.

These folks didn’t come here to chase dreams. Some of them came here fresh from prisons, fresh from psych wards, fresh from places where “laws” look like something scribbled on a napkin at a dive bar. And Joe flung the gate wide open like a Walmart greeter with heat stroke.

Trump called it years ago – “poisoning the blood of our country.” And the media cried like he stole their therapy dogs. But here we are, standing knee-deep in the damage, and he’s the only one in the room actually dealing with it. Not talking about it. Not forming a feelings committee. Actually dealing with it.

This ain’t cryptic. It’s reality. The country’s been poisoned, and the grown-ups are finally back in charge cleaning up the disaster. And trust me, draining this swamp smells worse than ever.

But at least now, the guy holding the mop isn’t pretending it’s all rainbows and unity.

He’s calling it what it is. And that alone is a breath of fresh, unpoisoned air.

~ Kolby Kyle

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