Charlie Kirk was assassinated all the way back on September 10, by the bullet of Tyler Robinson. Let me be the first to say any political violence in our country is unacceptable. In Nevada, my beautiful home state, one of our representatives voted “no” on the resolution honoring Charlie’s life. Our sick and deranged lunatic of a congressman from Nevada’s 4th congressional district must champion political violence. He is a sick freak, and so is anyone who would not vote in favor of honoring the life of an intellectual American icon who championed free speech and open conversation.
I started this page and decided to put my neck out there because, frankly, I am angry. Also, because Charlie was right: the moment we stop talking is exactly when violence will break out and erupt. I started this blog because the left is insane—from the violent mobs to the loony rhetoric, they have lost their minds. And quite frankly, the right has become a bunch of weak buffoons with no spine, no fight, and no will to do what the other team is willing to do, short of breaking the law.
Too often do we see Republicans without a backbone run for these offices, and far too often, they win because the Democrats put up a horrible candidate or some fringe lunatic that peddles socialism, and Republicans get lucky. I propose something truly bold: as conservatives, I say let’s take the battle to them. Take it to the smarmy, mealy-mouthed, milk-toast RINOs like “Good-for-nothing” Marc Amodei or sick lunatics like Steven Horsford. If we don’t use this assassination—horrible as it was—to anger us enough to start taking the fight to the Deep State, whether left or right, we will ultimately lose our country, and Charlie will have died in vain.
I started this blog because I am done. I am done pulling my punches because I am afraid I might alienate someone, hurt someone’s feelings, or bruise their fragile little egos. I’m done following the rules of “you don’t say that” or “You respect our leaders.” While I never will advocate for political violence, because that is evil, and we can defeat the left, the machine, and the Deep State without firing a single shot, I’m done saying “let’s respect the office.” From this point on, if you are a sick, vile madman who belongs in the nutty hut, I am no longer afraid to say that. And I don’t care whether you are a president, one of our useless congresspeople, or one of our brain-dead senators (speaking of Nevada, there are a few good ones from other states). I am done exercising restraint. I will fight with every fiber of my being against the Deep State and the incompetence on both teams.
I’m the Angry Nevadan, and I am going to take the battle to them—for Charlie, for God, and for the country.
THE ANGRY NEVADAN 