Kevin Wikse

On May 21, 2025, the U.S. Senate Committee on Appropriations convened a hearing that should have rattled the rafters of every taxpayer's house. Senator John Kennedy sat across from Secretary of Energy Christopher Wright and did what far too few in Washington dare to do anymore—he asked real questions. And what he got back? Enough to make a grown man spit blood.

In a narrow window of just 76 days—between Biden stumbling out the door and Trump preparing to walk back in—the Department of Energy burned through $93 billion in taxpayer-funded loans. Not over a decade. Not over a year. In 76 damn days.

These weren’t carefully structured investments into proven technologies or veteran-run energy companies. These were blank-check handouts to operations with no business plans, no financial statements, and zero capacity to pay back a dime. It was like the department held a reverse lottery for the worst ideas and greased palms to make sure the “winners” got their cut before the clock ran out.

Senator Kennedy, usually the folksy firecracker of the committee, looked shaken. Flabbergasted. Distraught. And who could blame him? Because what was revealed wasn’t bureaucratic incompetence—it was daylight robbery under color of policy.

The numbers are beyond suspicious. That $93 billion is more than double what the department lent out over the previous 15 years combined. The speed, the scale, and the utter lack of scrutiny don’t suggest carelessness—they suggest criminal coordination. A final payday. One last smash-and-grab by a lame duck administration that knew they were about to lose the keys to the vault.

This wasn’t some clerical error or a paperwork backlog. This was a deliberate fleecing of the American people. And the so-called vetting process? It wasn’t a vetting process at all. It was a rubber stamp frenzy, shoving money out the door as fast as the printers could churn it.

This kind of grotesque corruption—on this scale—is treasonous. It's a betrayal of every worker who pays their taxes and believes, foolishly, that those dollars are going toward roads, schools, or actual energy progress. Instead, they went to cronies, shell companies, and political pets with no clear plan except to cash the check and disappear.

Those swamp monsters needed a big feeding to tide them over. It’s rough to go from unchecked feast to presumably famine.

This isn’t a “both sides” problem. This happened under Biden’s watch, executed by his Department of Energy, and overseen by his hand-picked bureaucrats. The Democratic Party isn’t just guilty of mismanagement—they orchestrated a high-level looting operation that’d make third-world dictators blush and Banana Republic Despots green with envy.

We don’t need another committee hearing. We need indictments. We need audits so brutal they leave a trail of resignations and perp walks. We need to shut down the Department of Energy’s Loan Program Office until it can prove it serves the people—not political insiders and grifters.

The American people are being robbed blind, and Washington’s hoping we stay distracted long enough for the money to be laundered into PACs, consulting firms, and beach homes in Delaware.

Enough. This is our country. This is our money. And it’s time we remind the crooked bastards in D.C. that there will be consequences.

Posting from Hunter Biden’s Laptop.

Joe Biden, the still acting United States President (remember him, democrats?!), officially greenlights the bombing of Russia with long-range missiles by NATO in what can only be described as a treasonous act to escalate the war in Ukraine and bring WW3 down on America under the incoming Trump Administration.

If NATO starts bombing Russia, we immediately go to one second to midnight on the nuclear clock.

I know. You Liberal scumbags are still crying over your truly humiliating loss on Nov 6th. You are angry that the majority of America will no longer tolerate your nonsensical bullshit, such as men can get pregnant. You are hysterical that nobody will ever feel pressured to use your stupid fucking pronouns. You are horrified that sex with children will be seen as a Federal offense, not a "preference," and the "unaliving: of pedophiles is being normalized.

In response, you are moronically applauding the treasonous actions of your Pedophile and Chief, Joe Biden, but consider this during the inevitable nuclear war which will most certainly follow, as there is ZERO chance of Russia not retaliating with tactical nuclear weapons; there is no Starbucks. No Reddit. No Furry conventions. No Netflix. But there is, however, lots and lots of bleeding out your eyeballs and asshole due to near extinction-level event nuclear radiation.

If you really desire to profusely bleed out your eyeballs and asshole, I got 5 minutes, a tire iron, superhuman strength, and years of hands-on-experience applying appalling levels of violence, so we can make that happen without all that nuclear fallout and the loss of Netflix.

So...options. Consider them.

-Kevin WIkse

In the smoking aftermath of Trump’s thundering, landslide victory, a bizarre new brigade calling itself '4B' has surfaced from the depths, wailing into TikTok like a mob of banshees in a downward spiral. Liberal women, looking like they’ve been flattened by an 18-wheeler on a highway of bad decisions, are melting down in public view—buzzing their heads and swearing off men with the fervor of a doomsday cult. They’ve vowed to cut the rest of us off entirely, renouncing men in some grand, twisted gesture of defiance. And you know what? I’m ready to shake hands on it. Let’s make it official.

Think of it—a simple, poetic solution to the endless nightmare of moral finger-wagging, tantrums, and their excessive dedication to the culture of ‘choice.’ They’ll proudly bear the torch of self-extinction, sparing us all from the endless cycle of liberal indoctrination, baby-killing zeal, and ideological brain rot. One generation is all it takes to snuff out the cult. Nature has a funny way of handling things when you least expect it, and in this strange twist of fate, it seems they’ve decided to do the job for us.

THE PAST AND THE NEXT FOUR YEARS

"The triumphant return of Donald Trump is set to roll in with the unstoppable force of a monster truck reclaiming lost ground—grinding over the twisted wreckage left by a rogue, communist-leaning nightmare that gripped us for four long years. This time, every act, every slight, every injury, and insult hurled by the left in their rabid frenzy won’t be swept under the rug. No, it’ll be placed under the clear, glaring lens of an unhindered microscope.

Because here’s the truth: the wounds are still fresh, still raw. The right hasn’t forgotten the liberties stomped on or the lines crossed. It’s like the painful reminder of the 120 million lost to the failure of communism, now reflected in every overreach, every misstep, and every hollow promise. And make no mistake—there will be consequences, life-altering ones for those giddy little blue goblins who seized that power with such reckless glee.

COVID-19 and these past four years ripped the masks off. They’ve exposed the real colors of many people I thought I knew. That, too, won’t be forgotten as we move forward, with eyes wide open and minds sharpened to what comes next."

Chinese Communist Agent, Spy, Pedophile, and Tampon Fetishist.

There’s rising chatter—and concern—that we’re teetering on the brink of a nationwide mental health crisis, set to blow wide open if Trump takes back the Oval Office in 2024. With Trump as the clear front-runner, experts are sounding alarms. They’re worried a victory for Trump would trigger an all-out collapse in mental stability among those who’ve embedded their worst fears and traumas around his name. For a segment of the population already on edge, it might just be the final push, a wrecking ball to their sense of self.

From where I’m standing, though, we can't let the potential breakdown of a few dangerously unhinged individuals dictate the fate of a country. If Trump’s win is what pushes them over the edge, maybe it’s time they take the leap—farther from sanity, and farther from holding the rest of us hostage to their fears. After years of ideological division, steeped in Marxist-driven indoctrination, we’re seeing the fruits of that labor in this mental divide. The “liberal mind virus,” as some call it, needs containment, before it infects the next generation even further.

So maybe it’s time we hit back. Heavy-handed or otherwise, whether it's meds, measures, or whatever works to keep the chaos in check, we can’t let the asylum be run by those who need the most help.

-Kevin Wikse

What’s up with all these liberal media outlets and counties already saying “it might take weeks” and “we won’t know the results on the 5th”? Looks like they're building a narrative—maybe even a counter-narrative. This is straight-up pre-conditioning, telling you exactly what they’re planning. And as I’ve been saying for years: civil unrest during a contested election is the goal, using millions of migrants as paramilitary operatives. In my highly educated opinion, this is a CCP-backed coup to overthrow the U.S.

As China gears up for war, their vanguard is already here, slithering in through the backdoor, hidden among the tidal wave of migrants flooding the southern border. It's a cold invasion—quiet, insidious—while their deals with the Mexican cartels cement a deadly partnership. They've recruited mercenaries from over a hundred countries, a global army of ghosts ready to do their dirty work right here on American soil. It’s the kind of play you don’t see coming until it’s too late. And as this looming nightmare inches closer, I can’t help but say this:

If you spent 2020 to 2023 sucking wind through a Dollar Store mask and lining up for experimental vaccines, trust me, you already fucking failed!

What happened to Kamala Harris?

Fuck. Kamala Harris looks like Willie Brown turned around and sucked back those 30 years of life force she drained out of his balls in one sitting.

-Kevin Wikse

Why do the dead always seem to vote democrat?

It’s not that they’re angry because I said the quiet part loud. Hell, that's practically my job—blowing the doors off whatever sanitized, neon-lit propaganda circus they’ve been spoon-fed for years. No, what really burns them is the glaring truth—that every fresh corpse stacking up in cold storage, post-jab, could be counted on as a reliable blue vote come November. The Democrats have a new Bloc, all right, one that doesn't even need a pulse to check a box on that mail-in ballot.

September 11th, 23 years ago today, the Twin Towers caught a nasty case of what we’d now call “COVID-19.” Those two steel giants didn’t stand a chance. They weren’t vaccinated and where not capable of social distancing. Hell, they weren’t even wearing masks, for Christ's sake. The collapse was swift, brutal, inevitable—just like what happens when you let incompetence and madness run rampant.

No social distancing from disaster that day. No boosters for the truth. The towers fell, but it wasn’t just the steel and glass that crumbled—it was the collective American psyche, beaten down into a twitching pulp of fear, paranoia, and bloodlust. The infection spread fast, fueled by a government high on its own delusions, sending us into wars and madness that still haven’t ended. We were all exposed, and there was no immunity.

And now? We still sit in the rubble, coughing up the dust of a broken world that was never rebuilt. The towers may have caught the virus first, but we’re the ones still choking on the ashes

More believable than the official story.

You're welcome internet.

Ah, California—the land of sunshine, surf, and a self-righteous liberal delusion so thick you’d need a blowtorch to cut through it. Enter Gavin Newsom, the grinning mannequin straight out of a nightmare, blending Norman Bates' creepy vibe with Guy Smiley’s sociopathic charm. This guy could sell ice to an Eskimo, and the Eskimo wouldn’t realize he’d been screwed until the ice melted. But here’s the real kicker: California, the land of weed, free love, and rainbow-tinted social justice, just got bamboozled by its own golden boy.

That’s right, folks—Governor Psycho has proposed a ban on hemp manufacturing. Let that sink in for a second. Weed, the sacred cow of the California liberal identity, is now under threat from the very man you put on a pedestal. All you “progressive” Cali kids, with your gender pronouns and your vaccine selfies, must be feeling like someone just kicked you square in the ideology. But Newsom? He’s playing the long game. And if you’re surprised, well, you’re even dumber than I thought.

Let me break it down for you, my confused and indoctrinated simpletons. It’s not just about banning hemp—it’s about control. It's the same game the British played with opium in Hong Kong. Now that the CCP and Mexican drug cartels have their sticky fingers deep in California’s grow operations, the stage is set for the black market to flourish once again. And guess who benefits? The state’s for-profit prison system, chomping at the bit to lock up a new generation of “recreational” users. Newsom's just greasing the wheels for the next wave of cheap labor—courtesy of all you gullible potheads.

You thought weed was a right, a part of your freewheeling lifestyle? Guess again. It’s just another trap, and Newsom's holding the keys to your cell. So while you're out there getting high on your moral superiority, just know that the state’s waiting to cash in on your inevitable fall. But you won’t see it coming, because you’re too busy sipping overpriced lattes and patting yourselves on the back for being the "wokest" bunch in America.

Liberals—undoubtedly the dumbest creatures on this planet.

DICK CHENEY IS NOT VOTING FOR TRUMP

Time to wake up, smell jet fuel and melted steel beams of 2001, and choke on it. A 20-year quagmire of an illegal war turned illegal occupation, waged on the ghosts of weapons of mass destruction that never existed, all while the body count climbed higher than a meth-head’s delusions. But let’s not pretend this was ever about weapons—no, this was about power, money, and the kind of blood-soaked chaos that keeps psychopaths like Dick Cheney grinning through their half-lit cigars. And now, here we are, decades later, with these liberal sheep waving his banner like he’s the second coming of sanity. Wake the hell up, you drooling idiots!

Let me spell it out for you: Cheney, the dark prince of Haliburton, architect of death and destruction, is now your anti-Trump hero? The man who made billions off the backs of dead soldiers, sex-trafficked children, and innocent civilians? The man who turned an illegal war into a golden goose for America’s most twisted corporations? That Dick Cheney? The very same guy who liberals once promised to loathe until the end of time. But time, it seems, is relative when you have the attention span of a cracked-out gnat. Twenty years of “eternal hate” fades away when you’re busy rewriting history to fit your narrative.

So now, Cheney’s throwing his black-hearted weight behind Kamala Harris, and these lobotomized clowns think that’s a victory? You’re cheering for the guy who practically invented modern corruption, who weaponized government for profit, who wouldn’t hesitate to sell you out for a buck and a barrel of oil. The same guy who made Bush look like a puppet on strings while he orchestrated the most nefarious chapter of American foreign policy. And you think that’s a win?

Think hard retards. Dick Cheney, NOT voting for Trump isn’t a flex. It’s a red flag the size of Texas, waving in your face while you trip over yourselves to look the other way. You can’t see it, because you’re too busy basking in your moral superiority, congratulating yourselves on being the “good guys” while Cheney—the embodiment of everything wrong with American politics—slips into your camp like a wolf in grandma’s clothing.

Cheney’s voting for Kamala. Now, what in God’s name does that tell you?