It was a long day in a city weighed down by poverty and traces of so-called “socialist” values.

A place where people have abandoned good, honest principles in favor of twisted, dirty, and unreal ideals that they proudly label as “socialist.”

And perhaps it would be better if these ideals were actually socialist!

But they’re not. Instead, they’re a mix of oppressive rules, broken practices, hopelessness, lies, and a total lack of freedom.

And the people lie!

They wear their “socialist” masks and deceive, pretending to fit the society demands. Liars!

I had a long discussion with a young immigrant woman working for a state organization.

I asked her about my options to solve a problem.

What surprised me wasn’t that she didn’t know the answers—what shocked me was her honesty.

She told me the truth:

“Even if I knew your options, and even if I shared them with you, under socialism, choosing between options is not your freedom and not your right.

Someone else will make that choice for you.

Take this headquarters number, call them, and talk to them—softly, kindly, persuasively. If they decide to tell you one or two options, and if they favor you enough to grant you one of them, accept it.

Because in socialism, you’ll never get more.

You’re not in charge of your life; the state is.”

“But it’s my life,” I protested.

She laughed and replied, “You’ve forgotten where you are.”

I laughed back and said, “Don’t worry—TRUMP IS COMING! Just 12 more days!”

She chuckled, dropping her stiff professionalism for a moment.
She admitted she felt the same.
“Socialism, she said, takes freedom from people and hands it to the state. ”

We laughed together, and I left.

Down the street, an immigrant store clerk I knew called out before I even got close.

“Hey, hey, hey! Do you know the latest political news?”

I laughed hard. Hearing the same enthusiasm from another immigrant was yet another confirmation: people are fed up with twisted “socialist” values and this miserable way of life.

The bus drivers, though—they’re a different breed.

They’ve seen it all: the stories, the people, the poverty.
On my bus ride, I noticed a meth pipe lying on the floor, near a young man who was completely lost.

It’s a scene that perfectly sums up this wicked socialism.

At my corner store, I saw a boy who was short 20 cents to buy his mom a birthday card. The clerk refused to sell it to him.

I stared at her, so close to slapping her face. Stupid human being—THIS is socialism!

I paid the 20 cents for him.

And let me tell you this: I REFUSE to share anything with anyone who forces me under their wicked, dirty “socialist” values.

Whether it’s family, cliques, criminal organizations, or their corrupt systems, I won’t do it.

If you overstep my PERSONAL boundaries, you’ll face the consequences of your manipulative, psychopathic behaviors.

But I WILL share with those who ask for nothing, those who endure their lives with dignity even when this corrupted state has stripped them of it.

They have no one else.

So, now, go and support Trump and pray for him to save this dirty country from the mess these socialists have made.

And next time you see a boy trying to buy a birthday card for his mom but missing 20 cents—support him!

That’s humanity, you dirty, criminal “socialists.”