So I ask you again—if not you, then who?
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So I ask you again—if not you, then who?
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If you abandon this land today, what will be left tomorrow?
The future is not written. But I know this: It will not belong to those who run. It will belong to those who stand, who fight, who refuse to let their home become just another forgotten nation in history.
If you abandon this land today, what will be left tomorrow?
The future is not written. But I know this: It will not belong to those who run. It will belong to those who stand, who fight, who refuse to let their home become just another forgotten nation in history.
You may not fight for the government. You may not fight for politicians. But fight for your neighbors. Fight for your family. Fight for the right to live on your feet, not under someone else’s boot.
If the system is broken, then we take this fight and make sure we survive to fix it.
You may not fight for the government. You may not fight for politicians. But fight for your neighbors. Fight for your family. Fight for the right to live on your feet, not under someone else’s boot.
If the system is broken, then we take this fight and make sure we survive to fix it.
Every great nation, every free people, have had their struggles, their betrayals, their moments of despair. But no revolution, no independence, no lasting change ever came from those who turned their backs when the moment of decision arrived.
This is that moment.
Every great nation, every free people, have had their struggles, their betrayals, their moments of despair. But no revolution, no independence, no lasting change ever came from those who turned their backs when the moment of decision arrived.
This is that moment.
It is a life where your language may be silenced, where your history may be rewritten, where your right to speak, to dream, to build something better—disappears.
We do not fight because our country is perfect. We fight because it is ours.
It is a life where your language may be silenced, where your history may be rewritten, where your right to speak, to dream, to build something better—disappears.
We do not fight because our country is perfect. We fight because it is ours.
A future dictated by others, not by us.
Do not mistake survival for freedom. A life lived under foreign occupation is not a life lived on your terms.
A future dictated by others, not by us.
Do not mistake survival for freedom. A life lived under foreign occupation is not a life lived on your terms.
I understand that doubt. But I tell you this: If not you, then who?
If we walk away now, if we surrender—not just to an enemy at our gates, but to the hopelessness in our own hearts—then what remains? A land that was once ours, now ruled by those who never shed blood or sweat for it.
I understand that doubt. But I tell you this: If not you, then who?
If we walk away now, if we surrender—not just to an enemy at our gates, but to the hopelessness in our own hearts—then what remains? A land that was once ours, now ruled by those who never shed blood or sweat for it.