For the past decade they called us extremists. Radicals. Enemies of democracy. They banned us from their tech platforms. They debanked us. They censored our voices with algorithms and shadowy committees, hiding behind “community guidelines” and “terms of service” while they erased us from the conversation.
And for what? What was our crime?
We said things your grandfather would have considered obvious. We dared to suggest that a nation owes something to its own citizens. We told the truth as we saw it. And in my case, I built a platform so others could tell the truth too.
I was one of the people they came after. I carved out a town square in the digital wilderness so the unsanctioned could speak. For that, they tried to bury me. They censored me. They banned my business from app stores, and from payment processors, banks, and dozens of service providers. And they told the world they were silencing the “fringe.”
They were lying of course, mostly to themselves.
They weren’t silencing the fringe. They were amputating the reasonable center. They were carving out the living heart of American debate and leaving behind a hollow, managed corpse of pre-approved opinion.
Look at who they targeted and continue to target today. Look at who they called “dangerous.”
Were we calling for riots? For blood in the streets? For civil war?
No. We were calling for border security. For making things in America again. For free speech. For protecting our kids. For the radical idea that a country should put its own people first instead of a foreign one.

They mistook our restraint for surrender. They confused our desire for peaceful reform with cowardice. What they tried to smother didn’t die though. It condensed. It hardened. It became something sharper, younger, and far less interested in their approval.
In their panic to silence us, they left us with only one viable path forward: the total and complete normalization of our views, and thus the normalization of the truth itself. Now they cannot cancel us. They cannot censor us effectively anymore. They already tried that, and it only made us stronger. It turned our words into battle-tested convictions and our scattered voices into a chorus that can no longer be ignored. Today they are not just dealing with a handful of dissident voices like mine. They are facing millions of Americans who have seen through the lies, who have felt the heel of censorship on their own necks, and who have decided they will not live on their knees.
By ignoring the warnings of the more measured voices over the years and by blacklisting the people willing to argue and persuade, they created exactly what they claimed to fear. They guaranteed that when the backlash finally arrived, as it has right now, it would come from a generation raised on betrayal rather than nostalgia. The movement rising now makes my generation of dissidents look moderate by comparison.
It is born from young men and women who have never known a country that worked for them. It is fueled by families who watched their jobs ship overseas while their towns were gutted and their concerns were mocked by people who never set foot in their zip codes. It is powered by a youth raised on self-hatred and rootlessness who are now starving for identity, purpose, and belonging.
The regime will miss people like me in the days ahead.
They will miss the days when their opposition still believed in debate, in persuasion, in some shared ground. What comes next is done asking for a seat at the table. It will not beg and it will not apologize and it will not negotiate its own existence. The path forward is no longer a conversation. It is a course correction of historical magnitude. The rising nationalist right and populist left are the gravitational pull of reality reasserting itself against the lies of the last decade and frankly longer. Whether the gatekeepers like it or not, the future of this country will be built on non-negotiable truths that can no longer be ignored.
We are done being a disposable market for global cartels. We will bring the work home to our own soil, our manufacturing and our mining and our agriculture. We will break the stranglehold of financial institutions and corporate boards that see Americans not as citizens but as interchangeable replaceable consumers. We will reward the builders and the makers and the workers rather than the paper pushers and the speculators.
We are done pretending that a country without a border is a country at all. That experiment is over. We will secure the border and enforce our laws and end the policies that invite chaos and exploitation. We will stop treating our own citizens as afterthoughts while handing out benefits to the entire world. Immigration policy must serve the people who are already here rather than the fantasies of NGOs and corporate HR departments. National identity is not bigotry. It is survival.

We are done funding our own destruction. The cultural revolution stops here. We will have no more bureaucratic diversity cults weaponized against ordinary Americans and no more ideological grooming of children in classrooms. We will tolerate no more contempt from Hollywood and universities against the very people whose taxes and labor sustain them. We will build and elevate art and media and schools that honor faith and family and courage and sacrifice and beauty. We will not apologize for loving our ancestors and the civilization they built. If an institution despises the people it survives on, it should not be funded by those people.
We are done asking for permission to speak. The public square has moved online and it must be free. We will not live under a digital regime where a handful of companies can erase a man’s voice and business and reputation with one click and no appeal. We will break the monopoly of platforms that pretend to be neutral while acting as political enforcers. Speech is either free or it is managed, and managed speech is merely permission that can be revoked the moment you become inconvenient.
We are done raising our children in chains of shame. American history is not a crime scene. It is a great and bloody and magnificent story of a people wrestling their way toward ordered liberty. We honor the dead not because they were perfect but because they were ours, and because without them we would not be here. We will teach our children to be grateful instead of guilty, to carry forward what is best in our past rather than burning it down at the demand of people who hate it and could never build anything half as great.
This is where we are headed. The energy is there and the will is there. The people are awake, and once a nation truly wakes up, it does not go back to sleep peacefully. This is not a prediction. It is a warning and a promise. The age of managed decline is ending. The era of imposed humiliation is over. What comes next is a reckoning and a rebuilding. The people in the Regime still have a choice to make.
You can stand with the people of this country as they reclaim their birthright and throw in with a movement that says our children deserve a future in a nation that is theirs, not a theme park rented from global managers. Or you can step aside and cling to a dying order that will not protect you when it falls, and it is going to fall. So get on board or get out of the way.
The truth we have normalized is not a platform or a policy brief. It is the recognition that America is not an idea. It is a people. A specific people with a specific history, language, faith, and vision. That recognition is spreading not because of any single leader or organization, but because it is true. Truth, when spoken plainly and without apology, has a gravity that falsehood cannot resist forever. The millions who now see it will not be gaslit back into submission. They can lockdown TikTok and takeover CBS and ramp up the censorship online again all they want. The people will not unsee the betrayal of their leaders or unfeel the pain of watching their communities dissolve. They will not forget who did this to them. And they will not forgive those who stood by and watched it happen.
Andrew Torba
CEO, Gab AI Inc
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