For all of those that went to DC...

What should November 14, 2020 be called from now on?

  • Constitution Day

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  • 1st Amendment Day

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  • Million Man Day

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  • Men's Day

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  • Your suggestion in the comments

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...You are what makes America Great. I am proud of you as you have the Spirit of George Washington in you that you put your life on hold, braved the traffic, the fakedemic and the threats from ANTIFA to travel to our Republic's capital to give your voice of support to protect OUR Republic. You are real men and despite having followed Roosh in travelling around the world, living hedonistically, and not thinking much about American politics in the past - I can truly say that I AM PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN.

This was more than about Donald Trump, but our collective call to Washington that We Will not go quietly into this good night. Keep wearing your MAGA Hats outside of work and don't give up on our Republic as our President has not.

I think November 14th, 2020 should be a holiday that we should celebrate every year by putting on MAGA Hats and American flags, constitution. So I have included a poll for you to choose a name for this holiday. Also, share your DC and other Stop the Steal/MAGA rally stories. I will never forget seeing other Patriots in red hats at gas stations on the way and greeting each other with "God Bless you" and exchanging news as well as seeing someone on the road. Also, appreciated how total strangers (including the Proud Boys) protected each other after dark when AntiFa tried to spray people with pepper spray from squirt guns. Finally, felt warm as some Patriots in Florida who rented a room for six people let me spend the night with them.

Keep America Great and here is Kipling's poem that Newsmax read for inspiration:

If …

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!