11/30/2025
Let me tell you something real quick…
They don’t call guys like us “racist” because we’re wrong.
They call us racist because we SAY the things they’re terrified to admit aloud.
Confident conservative men scare the hell out of the modern world.
Why?
Because we don’t whisper.
We don’t bow.
We don’t ask permission to speak in our own country.
We look at the mess, point at the mess, and say,
“Hey idiots — THIS is the problem.”
And that’s when the screaming starts.
They can’t debate us.
They can’t out-logic us.
They can’t drown us out.
So they go for the emergency eject button:
“Racist!!”
It’s the only card they know how to play.
It means absolutely nothing anymore.
It’s just a noise.
A smoke alarm for people who can’t handle hard truth.
Because the Madman says things raw.
Straight.
No filters.
No diapers.
No bedtime story version.
And the second you don’t kneel, the second you don’t apologize, the second you don’t let the fragile feelings crowd run the room?
BOOM.
You’re a racist.
A bigot.
A monster.
Earthquake shakes, sky falls, cue the dramatic music.
Meanwhile the rest of America is sitting there like:
“Relax, Karen, he just said what everyone’s been thinking for 10 damn years.”
They don’t fear hate.
They fear honesty.
They fear strength.
They fear men who won’t shut up when the script says they should.
And that’s why the Madman keeps talking.
Louder.
Sharper.
Unapologetic.
If truth offends you?
Good.
That means it landed exactly where it needed to.