Defeating The Horde Of Invaders
If my generation doesn't fight for her, there will be nothing left for our children.
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Defeating The Hoard Of Invaders
I recently stopped a Muslim development from happening here in Texas. It was one of those rare moments in politics where unrelenting pressure eventually broke the dam of special interests, forcing elected officials to bend to the will of the people.
I was interviewed about the development and why I felt so strongly about fighting against it. I didn’t really understand why I felt so passionately about it at first, but as I gathered my thoughts, I was overwhelmed by the reality of what had happened.
It had nothing to do with the color of their skin. Their culture is incompatible with ours. I knew they weren’t going to assimilate into that community. They were going to completely change the fabric of that beautiful Texas county. When residents reached out to alert me to the situation, something deep inside me knew that if I didn’t no one would, and their lives would never be the same.
I’m a ninth-generation Texan. My family can trace our lineage back to before the American Revolution. We have fought in every American war. We tamed these wild lands and helped build the greatest nation in the world. Our culture still reflects the grit and defiance needed to accomplish this task, but a large percentage of our citizens have fallen asleep and forsaken our birthright. Even worse, our elected officials, the ones tasked with upholding our interests above all else, abuse this complacency.
My whole life, I’ve sat back helplessly watching our governors and representatives import socially incompatible people, completely reshaping the communities that I once loved. If you live in Texas, you know exactly what I mean. Everyone likes to point to Epic City, the Muslim development in North Dallas, as the pinnacle of this, but it’s been going on a lot longer.
At one point in the interview, I was asked how Texas has changed over the years. I told her that it’s important to understand how I grew up. My small town was a community. If you have ever watched a movie about Texas football and Friday Night Lights, that’s a good description of my childhood.
My town would close down on Friday nights for the football game because everyone came, whether they had kids playing football or not. Local restaurant owners would shut down until the last quarter, then reopen to serve the kids, players, and families coming to celebrate after the game. Main Street was decorated for Christmas and Easter. There were nativity scenes and crosses on display in shop windows. Then, when Christmas and Easter came once again, the entire town would close. It was an idyllic way to grow up because, as an adult, I understand that there was complete community buy-in. I felt it when I was younger, but I wasn’t able to articulate what that meant. It was simply our way of life.
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None of that is happening anymore. Very few towns are capable of committing like this now because too many people who don’t understand our values and social fabric are moving in. There are entire subdivisions that don’t house a single native-born Texan. You go to your local grocery store, and the items are marketed to foreign populations. You hear foreign languages more than you do English. It’s disorienting.
If you’ve been on X recently, you might have noticed the algorithm change where American users are being exposed to Japanese users due to Grok’s instant translation. We write in English, and it’s displayed in Japanese and vice versa.
We are finding out more and more that the Japanese love American culture. They uphold our values and support our fight against mass migration. Americans, in turn, have expressed love and admiration for Japan.
The exchange punches straight through the narrative that Americans, especially Southerners, hold racial resentment against outsiders. We are actually very accommodating to people who respect our culture and values. As long as they want to live like us, we are welcoming.
But that’s not what’s happening in Texas and in so many other states across the country. And it’s progressing at such a pace that it feels like our land is being stolen out from under our feet and being given to people who don’t care to understand what it took to tame it. And it’s more than that. They don’t admire us for it.
I am raising another generation of Texan women. I am fighting for their chance to grow up with the same society and community that raised me. I wish I didn’t have to be the one, but there aren’t enough people standing in the gap. As I mentioned before, our elected leaders are largely responsible for selling us out, but at the end of the day, it’s really our fault.
The older generations thought they could vote for conservatives and that would be enough to protect our state. We are only just realizing that the folks running our states are all the same. They are bought and paid for by special interest groups. They know the majority of Texans are too consumed with their lives to pay attention. We are living in a hell of our own complacency.
I was able to save one county from this fate, but 253 others need to be defended. The people are going to have to rise up against the cultural erasure of our heritage. I am bound and determined to turn the tide. I love this land so much. My family’s blood rests in its soil, and our future generations will lord over its growth.
Texas is a uniquely beautiful place that is worth preserving. If my generation doesn’t fight for her, there will be nothing left for our children. Letting that happen feels like accepting death.
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