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Democrats, the Party of Hate



The Democrats want sympathy. Let that sink in. The same people who turned cancel culture into a blood sport now want the world to feel sorry for them because they are losing jobs and platforms for spewing garbage about Charlie Kirk. Cry me a river. These are the same clowns who spent years cheering every time a conservative was silenced, de-platformed, or had a career torched. They built the bonfire, danced around it, and now they’re shocked their own party hacks are the ones going up in smoke.

Let’s not sugarcoat it. The Democrats are the party of violence. If they aren’t out in the streets smashing storefronts and torching neighborhoods, they’re bankrolling or applauding the ones who are. Riots, looting, and arson aren’t accidents, they are the Democrat playbook. And when the chaos breaks out, their media mutts are right there, wagging their tails and barking “racism” at every shadow. These so-called journalists aren’t watchdogs. They’re attack poodles trained to screech on command.

The left has made a sport out of provoking conservatives. They poke, prod, and push like spoiled brats who think there’s never going to be a consequence. But here’s the truth they cannot wrap their heads around: there are 400 million guns in America, and they aren’t sitting in the yoga studios and wine bars of Democrat voters. They belong to the very people the left has spent years mocking and demonizing. The left has no clue how much restraint conservatives have shown. One day, that restraint is going to vanish, and when it does, the Democrats will be begging for the order and safety they spent years tearing apart.

So keep crying, Democrats. Keep whining about how unfair it all is. You are the architects of your own misery. You are choking on the smoke of the fires you lit. And the rest of us are watching, laughing, and taking notes.


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