As I’ve been out and about this summer I couldn’t help but notice just how bad the invasion of our country is. I drive by the local park and the parking is lot is filled with foreigners playing loud foreign music. I take my kids to the local swimming hole and it’s filled with loud obnoxious foreigners speaking a foreign language and smoking pot. I go to the local flower farm in the middle of the sticks, an annual tradition, and the place is packed with people who are not from here and do not belong in a flower field in the middle of rural Pennsylvania. I’m not the only one who is noticing this. I shared these observations on X and my post went massively viral getting tens of thousands of comments, likes, and shares with others telling their story. I believe a reckoning is coming.
Do not fool yourselves into believing there is any corner of this nation left untouched. The lie they sold us was that you could retreat to a small, remote town, a quiet Christian enclave, and ride out the storm. That sanctuary is a mirage. Drive into the heartland, into the quiet hollows of Appalachia or the rural plains of the Midwest, and what do you find? The same hostile, foreign faces you sought to escape in the cities and coasts. You walk into the local diner or the hardware store in a town of 500 people and you are the one who gets stared at, the one who doesn’t belong.
This is not an accident. This is a deliberate resettlement program, a calculated strategy to break the back of the real America by ensuring there is no escape. The damage done during the Biden years cannot be overstated. They were bused in, flown in, and planted in your communities to act as demographic time bombs, ensuring that no pocket of resistance can form. You are being made a stranger in your own home. There is no running. There is no hiding. The front line of this invasion is now on every main street in every small town in this country.
The regime and its media prophets will shriek that the idea of mass deportations is hateful, cruel, and un-Christian. This is a deliberate, calculated lie designed to paralyze you with false guilt. Mass deportation is the single most moderate and compassionate option left on the table. What is truly cruel is the current state of affairs. It is cruel to our own citizens, who are forced to watch their communities crumble under the weight of crime, drugs, and chaos. It is cruel to our children, who are being robbed of their inheritance and their future. It is even cruel to the invaders themselves, who are being used as human pawns by the regime, warehoused in filth and exploited for cheap labor. The policy of open borders is the policy of maximum chaos and maximum cruelty to everyone involved.
A clean, swift, and orderly mass deportation is the only path back to sanity. It is the political equivalent of ripping off a bandage. It will be painful for a moment, but it is the only way to stop the bleeding, clean the wound, and allow our nation to heal. The alternative is not a pleasant, multicultural utopia; the alternative is a slow, agonizing descent into a third-world hellscape, ending in civilizational collapse and bloodshed. None of us want that. Mass deportation is the compassionate choice that restores order, sovereignty, and safety for our people. This is why we must pray for President Trump. We must pray that God grants him the strength, the wisdom, and the unwavering resolve to see this monumental but righteous task through to its completion.
The greatest subversion of this effort comes from within our own ranks, from the effeminate and cowardly class of “Christians” who have traded the sword of the Spirit for the flag of surrender. They twist the Gospel into a suicide pact, screeching that the Word of God commands us to meekly accept our own displacement and cultural erasure. This is a damnable lie, a spiritual poison designed to pacify us into oblivion.
The Word of God thunders against this cowardice with righteous fury. The command of Nehemiah is not some dusty historical footnote; it is a divine mandate for this very hour, echoing through the ages directly to us. ‘Fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses.’ This is not a suggestion. It is a holy command. It is the sacred duty of every man who calls himself a Christian to stand as a wall of defense for his people, his family, and his faith. Our Lord is a God of order, not chaos. He is a God of nations, not a globalist open-borders deity. He blesses the hands that build and the hands that fight to protect what has been built.
Understand this: our faith is not weakness. It is the bedrock of our strength, the iron in our blood, the fire in our hearts. We will not be bullied into impotence by their twisted theology. We will not be shamed into accepting our own demise. We will not allow the faith of martyrs and crusaders to be weaponized against us by those who hate Christ and seek the eternal downfall of His people. The time for silent tolerance is over.
Let them screech about hate. Their accusations are meaningless, the pathetic cries of those who mistake our love for our own people as hatred for others. Our actions are not fueled by hatred, but by a divine and ferocious love: the love of a father for his family, the love of a shepherd for his flock, the love of a patriot for his homeland. It is the love that builds walls to protect the innocent and wields a sword to drive out the wicked. Their version of love is a saccharine, sentimental poison that leaves the sheep to the wolves. Our love is the love of Christ the King, who cleansed the Temple with a whip.
The Church is at a crossroads, staring into the abyss of its own cowardice. We have two paths. One is the path of the modern, effeminate churchian who prays for the strength to endure his own annihilation. The other is the path of Nehemiah. When the enemies of God sought to stop the rebuilding of Jerusalem, he did not form a committee on tolerance. He did not issue a press release about his commitment to diversity. He put a sword in one hand and a trowel in the other, and he commanded his people to work and to be ready for battle. He understood that building and defending are two sides of the same sacred duty.
So it is for us today. We are called to be the builders of a new Christendom from the ashes of the old. With the trowel we will rebuild our society: our own businesses, our own media, our own schools, and our own communities. But we must do so with the sword in our other hand, ready to defend our families, our faith, and our nations from the hostile invaders at our gates and the traitors within them. We have no biblical obligation to tolerate this invasion. We have a divine mandate to resist it. The age of the passive Christian is over. The age of the builder and the warrior has begun.
