Charlie Kirk inspired me to tell my story…

My very first blog of many…

Now from the title you can already tell what side of the aisle I lean on, but I wasn’t always a Republican. No, I was a Liberal, then Libertarian, then finally a Republican. So how did I get there? Well, it all starts with the American dream.

You see my father came from a family of 7 siblings, living in poverty in a tiny home with my Grandma and Grandpa Weers. My dad had the kind of childhood where he would need to hunt squirrels and rabbits for an afternoon meal. He had his first job at 14 years old, and since then I don’t think he’s ever gone more than 2 weeks without a job. He was a marine when him and my mother got married, he was in law enforcement soon after, and fire fighting after that; and even an ice cream man at one point.

Most of my life he’s lived the life of a boring man, working as a foreman for a horizontal boring company. He didn’t have much given to him, but he made his way to success in his field and now he and my mother have a lake house in a small lake community with everything they could want, humbly so. They don’t need the latest and greatest, just what they want to have the most out of life.

And that’s the thing, the American dream isn’t about being wealthy, it isn’t about running your own business, or even being in charge of your own destiny. It’s about being able to make a family, rise out of nothing, and have everything you really need with just working hard and honesty.

They provided me a good life. The first house I can remember was in Greeley Kansas, a tiny town with just a restaurant, elementary school, and catholic school. I honestly don’t remember much else there than that. But you see we had this HUGE (well, seemingly so when your 7 years old) pink house. Our neighbor had a smaller yellow house. And just across the street from us was a playground. My brother, sister, and I would get to spend countless hours at that park. The after school church program brought all the kids together to play games, like capture the flag and freeze tag, and the church was just caddy corner from us and the park.

So yes, I’m a 90’s kid who got to enjoy the great outdoors, and a little bit of the gameboy pocket, before the early 2000’s brought us to Omaha and some more technology. We had enough, but we didn’t have too much, my first flip phone was in 2008, around the same time I got my first computer; and I went from being an acrobat on the jungle gym, to having my first real girlfriend; Sasha. And she, as it was called, turned me Emo.

That I think is where the liberal side first came in. I was starting to get involved in music, and art, and socializing with people in the LGBT community. I learned to play the drums, was taught how to draw realism, and really started to hone in on poetry and writing. I couldn’t escape the athletics I was destined for, but that will be for another blog.

So I started to experiment with marijuana in middle school, wearing skinny jeans and v necks, and went onto high school for my high school days. Everyone knew me as the cross country stoner, and somehow I made it through with decent enough grades to get me into a private liberal arts college with a cross country and track scholarship. I wanted to study art and English, and eventually become a teacher and coach.

And I loved being in college; it seemed like every day I could express myself however I wanted and I was just free to do what I want. I skipped class if I didn’t feel like going, would jam out on my drums on the campus grounds, and really felt like a free spirit. I really wanted to be involved and make the most of it too, so I looked at clubs.

The first club I remember joining was QSA. Queer Straight Alliance. On the very first day they were electing members to the board. They asked people what they were interested in doing for the club, and gave people the opportunity for a speech that wanted to be the President or Vice President of the club,

One of the questions you had to answer when you gave your speech, was what would you do if you had all the glitter in the world. I nominated myself for a presidential position, and gave a speech about how everyone should be accepted, and that I was an ally, and if I had all the glitter in the world I would stuff it in a plane and drop it all over the country coast to coast. They seemed pretty impressed with the idea; I got elected Vice President and another man apart of the LGBT community got elected President.

In that club I got to learn about all the injustices for LGBT citizens, such as not being able to marry your same sex partner, and thus not being able to visit them in a hospital surgery setting. I knew that restricting those rights was wrong, and that people should have the freedom to love who they want and have the same rights as everyone else. So I stayed involved to show my support.

There were a couple events I can particularly remember. One field trip took us to a Methodist church in the city, where a gay pastor was the preacher. I felt a little uneasy about it, knowing he had a husband that he was likely engaging with, and was yet leading a church; but I didn’t have strong Christian convictions at the time. I believed in Jesus, but wasn’t all that convinced that the Bible was completely true. Sin, I thought, was just relative to its negative consequences.

Another event we were apart of, was Relay for Life. It was a cancer fundraiser the whole school put together, that had 12 straight hours of carrying a baton around a track. They had one part of the fundraiser in particular called Miss Relay, where each group had a man dress as a woman to try to raise funds. My group was all about that, and had everything they needed to make me look like a full blown woman.

That was an area that I wasn’t completely unfamiliar with, as my aunt threw a similar pageant show at a talent show in church camp when I was young. I dressed as a woman and did a cheerleading bit, and people honestly thought I was a girl up there. Now the part that was embarrassing about Miss Relay, was they had a bikini part as well. I showed up in JUST a bikini, small enough to be pretty revealing, while all the other guys had boxers underneath their bikini bottom.

It was embarrassing, but I embraced it and tried to have no shame. I embraced their culture, going to Rocky Horror Picture Show showings and even moved in with the gay President of the club later in the semester, as he told the group he had to find a new roommate to afford the dorm because his roommate was moving out. I told my roommate, who was studying political science, that I was moving out to move in with someone who needed it. Living with a gay man was okay, but it had its moments.

One day he asked me to cuddle, which I just told him no, that I wasn’t gay. I took no offense to it, like when I first moved onto campus and a lesbian woman asked me if I was gay. I laughed and said no, and she said it was good I laughed, and reacted positively. But then my roommate would watch me undress, and didn’t take the first rejection and ask me again, multiple times if I wanted to cuddle. I ended up not being in that dorm very long.

That was my first year of college, and there was one thing that shouted above everything else that I was a liberal, I defied security and law enforcement, and when I got arrested I saw myself as a victim and wanted to sue. That whole story will be for another blog, but long story short, I called a security guard an @$$hole for driving too fast through the parking lot, and he asked for my student ID. Instead of giving him my ID I argued with him that he would know I was a student when I scanned my ID to get into the building. He kept telling me to give him my ID and I decided to walk away.

An officer happened to be there, who then asked for my ID so he would know I was a student, and when I gave it to him and he started to read my name to the security guard, I quickly grabbed the ID out of his hand and before I knew it, I was resisting an officer who was trying to pin me to the ground. The next thing I know there was multiple officers tackling me to the ground.

EXCESSIVE FORCE, I claimed, and when I got out of jail, all I wanted was the video evidence so I could sue for the excessive force they used when I did nothing wrong. I was originally charged with Resisting Arrest, but then they changed the charges to Obstructing an Officer and Disturbing the Peace. I lawyered up with a local attorney and found myself spending FOREVER to get the video evidence. It wasn’t until many months later, after wanting to sue the police, and just weeks before the trial, that the local attorney gave me the video. And I realized it did not look good…

The self entitled, attitude, screaming liberal was right there on camera. And after my mom saw the video she couldn’t believe she thought I was the victim of some great unjustice this whole time. So after firing my lawyer and going to court completely unprepared, I got a 1000 dollar fine and 10 days in jail.

Thank God for that jail time. It really gave me time to reflect, what did I do wrong? Did I really need to disrespect the security and police who were just fulfilling their role in keeping the campgrounds safe. The head of security told me it was the most intense thing that had ever happened on campus. Was I just too passionate about standing up for my rights?

Well, I think that’s when I stopped being a liberal, and became more of a libertarian. I thought people should just be able to do whatever they wanted as long as it didn’t hurt anybody else. I could still smoke my weed, I could still believe in freedom to love who you want and do what you want, and everyone having equal rights. And I lived that ideology for a while. I thought, why can’t we just have a libertarian candidate for the presidential election, yet I didn’t really pay all that much attention to politics otherwise.

I joined a fraternity, and celebrated all the freedoms of being a libertarian and enjoying parties with my best friend, and then Trump came around. I had heard there was a conservative club at my college, but I wasn’t interested in joining it, it sounded boring and reminded me of my brother who was obsessed with the constitution; and now I wonder if it wasn’t one of Charlie Kirks turning point programs that he started.

But anyways, I couldn’t understand why anyone would want a rude Trump to be our nations president. At the same time, I didn’t understand why my gay fraternity brother was in tears when Trump did get elected, or why they shut down classes and opened up the Safe Spaces across the campuses. What was the big deal, surely this wasn’t something that would affect a gay mans rights, by now gay marriage is legal and what, we’re going to go back to the 50’s?

Well anyway, during Trump’s first presidency I had a revelation that Jesus was indeed real. And I knew I needed to really begin seeking what was true about Him and the Bible. So I went to a fundamental Baptist church with my friend, and there, I was convicted about the Bible needing to be 100 percent true, or else Jesus resurrection and gospel is just false. It’s either all true, or none of it’s true, and so I knew it all had to be true. That’s when I really started to pay attention to politics, with my faith in mind.

Trump had the economy going pretty well, and he brought about the Abraham accords bringing peace to the Middle East, and I knew that Trump was the right guy for the job. I couldn’t believe all the hate about him, and that’s when I began to see the fake media outlets. There was such a stark difference between the liberal media, and the conservative. And not only did the fake media have fake news, they just had fake personalities too. They just didn’t seem like genuine people, and it made me sick the way they treated COVID.

COVID had to happen though, because without it, we wouldn’t have gotten Biden, and without Biden, we wouldn’t have gotten the HUGE sweeping movement of conservatism and common sense. Biden really showed us what the left was all about, forcing the views of the minority on the majority. None of the you-do-you, but the you-must-do. We had to let men in women’s sports, we had to get a vaccine, we had to silent our conservative and Christian views or else be cancelled. I just couldn’t believe all that was going on, but with Charlie Kirks movement across social media and common sense being restored to the general public after putting up with nonsense for four years, I was so relieved to see Trump win and our country heading in the right direction.

It was Charlie Kirk who could articulate the Christian and Republican values with grace and persuasiveness. And he’s the reason Trump got reelected. Charlie could simplify the lefts ideological thinking and find the holes in it. He would point out the double standards, and give anyone the opportunity to speak with him. He gave everyone a mic, and provided a platform for democracy and republic to really engage, in conversations. He wanted to bring people together, humanizing everyone, never insulting, and was the closest thing to an apostle that we have in our modern age.

He knew the risks he had as a political activist, and he died for his faith and his values. He truly was a martyr, and died doing what God put him on this earth to do. So now, the baton is handed down to us. We need to take on the task of bringing this country back to God and what this country was founded on. I may not be as intelligent, charismatic, or religiously devout as Charlie Kirk, but I will do my part in sharing my story, and my love for this country and God.