The Hill I Stand On: A Call to Every American Still Breathing Truth

This Is Not a Presidency. This Is a Coup in Broad Daylight—And We Must Be Louder Than God Right Now.

Apr 21, 2025

There comes a moment in every life, in every nation, where you must choose where you stand. This is mine. This post is not polite. It is not pretty. It is not careful. It is the raw, blistering truth of what is happening before our very eyes—because the man currently dictating the direction of this country isn’t pretending about who and what he is—he isn’t. He was elected for the second time on November 5, 2024. And in less than 100 days, he has begun turning this country into 1933 Germany.

This is the hill I stand on. And I’m asking you—where is yours?

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This isn’t politics. It’s prophecy turned poison. And I will not kneel.
How do his words make you feel? Not just irritated or tired—but deep in your chest, what do they do to you?
Does his hatred stir your courage, or silence your hope?
Does it push you to act?

What are you willing to do to save our country?

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And now, the world has lost a voice of light.

Pope Francis—who was dying—had his final words read for the world. And they were not neutral. They were not vague. They were thunderous.

In his final Easter message, delivered on April 20, 2025, Pope Francis issued a profound appeal for compassion and solidarity, particularly toward migrants and marginalized individuals:

“How much contempt is stirred up… toward the vulnerable, the marginalized and migrants.”
“I appeal to all those in positions of political responsibility in our world not to yield to the logic of fear which only leads to isolation from others.”
“Use the resources available to help the needy, to fight hunger and to encourage initiatives that promote development. These are the ‘weapons’ of peace: weapons that build the future, instead of sowing seeds of death.”
That was no Easter benediction. That was a reckoning.
He didn’t say the names of this evil administration—but we heard him. He meant you: the presidency and its cruel cabal. He meant the Americans who voted for him. He meant those carrying out the dark creed of Project 2025.
How do those words make you feel? Do they strengthen your spine, steady your hands, raise your voice?

What are you brave enough to say in the face of such evil?

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Let us not forget what he, our dictator parading as a president wrote—publicly, gleefully—on Easter Sunday.

“Happy Easter to all, including the Radical Left Lunatics who are fighting and scheming so hard to bring Murderers, Drug Lords, Dangerous Prisoners, the Mentally Insane, and well known MS-13 Gang Members and Wife Beaters, back into our Country.”
He called half the country lunatics. He lumped Democrats with gang members, drug lords, and rapists. He weaponized a holy day to issue a threat, cloaked in a greeting. He continued:
“Happy Easter also to the WEAK and INEFFECTIVE Judges and Law Enforcement Officials who are allowing this sinister attack on our Nation to continue, an attack so violent that it will never be forgotten!”
This is not just grievance politics. This is a manifesto.
So I ask again: What are you brave enough to do to save your country?

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He doesn’t want to lead our nation. He wants to hobble it. We cannot, we must not let him.
Do these words shake something awake inside you? Does this moment stir your ancestors, your children, your memory of what America was meant to be?
Because he is not alone. And he is not bluffing. And this time, he is not campaigning. He is already at the helm.

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He accused President Joe Biden—who led this country out of a global pandemic, restored the soul of a grieving nation, and delivered the strongest economic recovery in decades—of intentionally flooding the country with criminals. But the truth? The man currently occupying the Oval Office is governing not with compassion, but with cruelty. Trump is not leading—he is ruling. And he’s doing it with the smirk of a man who believes accountability no longer applies to him.

This post isn’t just a warning. It’s a call. We are not powerless. Not yet. But we are perilously close to becoming voiceless if we stay silent.
Are you silent? Or are you speaking in every way you can?
Because if you are still quiet, ask yourself: What will it take for you to speak?

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And in case you thought it was just delusion and not destruction, he closed with this gem:

“To all of the people who CHEATED in the 2020 Presidential Election… I wish you, with great love, sincerity, and affection, a very Happy Easter!!!”
That wasn’t a greeting. That was a loaded gun tucked into an Easter basket. And let’s not forget: he sat in the Oval Office beside the dictator of El Salvador, who had just received 200 individuals deported by the U.S. into what is arguably the worst prison system on earth—and he grinned. Then, hot mic catching it all, he told that dictator he should “build five more prisons” for the “home growns.”
The home growns are us. Let me repeat that—THE HOME GROWNS ARE US.
Americans. Citizens. Protesters. Whistleblowers. Queer people. Journalists. Advocates. Anyone who doesn’t kiss the ring.
And the people in the room? They laughed. They sniggered. They didn’t look away—they looked pleased.

What will you do when they come for you—not as a metaphor, but as a plan?

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This is not a quiet coup. It is an emergency—and we must raise our voices like thunder.
If your voice shakes, let it shake. But let it rise. Let it rise for the children. For the future. For what remains of our bruised, bruised country.
Because if you think this is the worst it gets—you are not listening.

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We need a symbol. We need a banner.

So starting now:

Choose a slogan, statement, a hashtag, something, ANYTHING and post it with anything and everything you write and public places as well.

Post your words—not for surrender, but for clarity. For light. For every erased voice we vow to remember. Tape it to your window. Tie it around your wrist. Let them see us.

Declare it: #MyHill #StormStanding #WeWillNotBeSilenced #NotMyPresident

Because movements don’t need permission. They need ignition.

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We are the many. We are the voice. Let us fight for it.
What are you ready to fight for?
What are you ready to risk?
What will you say when your grandchildren ask where you stood?
I dare you to speak louder than your fear.
I dare you to call your senator tonight.
I dare you to knock on one door. Share one post. Make one stand.
Because we do not get to pretend this isn’t happening.

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SHE WHO STIRS THE STORM

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