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I don’t get personal often, but I’m going to share the moment I became truly radicalized:

2025-09-11 441 words 3 mins read

I don’t get personal often, but I’m going to share the moment I became truly radicalized:

2018, I’m 25 years old, and my brainwashed liberal girlfriend wanted to go to the Burning Man exhibit at the Renwick Gallery in DC.

Inside the museum, there was a room where you could write wishes on the walls with chalk, as part of an interactive art exhibit. It’s a re-creation of the “before I die” board they put up at Burning Man, where people list things they want to do before they die.

As an undercover Trump-supporting Libertarian at the time, I was horrified by the hateful and terrible things I saw all these leftists writing on the wall. Most things were normal wishes, but there were large portions of hateful wishes, like wishing for Trump to die, talking about punching Nazis (Trump supporters), blaming White people for racism, etc.

Then I saw a line that said “Before I die, I want to bury the last Republican”.

I turned to my girlfriend at the time, and pointed out how this was fucked up, and she looked me dead in the eye, and said she agreed with wanting to “bury the last Republican” and what she saw on the walls.

I told her I was going to erase it, and she grabbed me and told me not to disturb this “safe space” and art exhibit….

In that moment, I saw pure evil in the eyes of someone I thought I loved. In a fit of rage, I began using my hands to smear/erase all the hateful and vile comments on the chalkboards in this silent room, while my girlfriend tried to stop me and onlookers gasped.

I stormed out of the Renwick Gallery, waited outside for my girlfriend, and she was livid that I ruined an interactive art piece at a museum, and she was infuriated that she found out her boyfriend was a silent Trump supporter. In that moment, I accepted they my life as I knew it was over. I called an Uber, went home, never been the same since.

That day, I truly learned these leftists were sick and disgusting people, and there is no saving them. Since that moment, I have been hellbent on exposing how evil these people are, and that evil exposed itself again yesterday in the form of Charlie Kirk’s assassination.

I’ve been radicalized this whole time because I’ve been living in Northern Virginia/Maryland/DC this whole time. I’ve been living in the belly of the beast, and if you haven’t seen these people up close, you don’t know their true hatred.

These people are truly sick.

Source:

https://t.me/@bioclandestine/5661

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