The Riptide

Sometime after last night’s debate, I was outside for a run and three well-built college-aged White men were walking toward me on the sidewalk. As they approached, I could hear the word “Trump” punctuating their animated conversation, (one of them referenced Trump’s jail comment). Nearer, I could see they had probably watched the debate at a bar and were returning home a little tipsy. As we approached, the closest man to me shouted “Trump! YEAAHHH!”, and I returned an affirming “MAGA”. He grinned.

It was a fleeting vignette of life in pre-Trumpening America that hinted at a new reality, much deeper and broader than the elite fear to know, beginning to impose its will on the gated mental communities of the liars and crooks and traitors and ingrates who have been running the show into the ground for so long.

What I heard unspoken but radiating outward like a supernova during that brief exchange was White men reclaiming their pride. Reclaiming their balls. Reclaiming their birthright. Reclaiming the nation their fathers and grandfathers built, from the diversity trash and trash-enablers who have spent the better part of the last sixty years conniving and scheming to take the White man’s homeland away from him and turn it into a formless soulless atomized market bazaar of corn and porn trading in the currency of anti-White propaganda and visiting endless lies and humiliations upon heritage America.

The Trumpening is the unstoppable riptide of proud, competent, clear-eyed and heart-swelled White men pulling diseased leprous America underwater and baptizing Her in the reinvigorated blood of White patriots. It is White America taking back what is rightfully theirs, from the grubby paws of the clockboys and the bomb brothers and the BLMers and the bluehairs and the parenthetically privileged and the slut walkers and the fat acceptors and the sneering academics and the vapid celebrities and the cheating chinese and the tim wises and the kardashians and the mudsharks and the cucks and the mexican drug lords and the gay mullatos and the oligarchs and the ethnic dining autist aficionados and the hypocritical virtue signalers most of all who imagine their wealthy retreats will forever shield them from the inevitable consequences of their self-abolishing moralism.

It is a sight to behold, and don’t doubt for a minute that the anti-White globalist whoremongers know the cleansing tidal wave is coming for them.