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Rules are for those who can’t break them better. Stick to your script for me, like a good boy.
Donald Trump literally dropped a F bomb in front of the press talking about Israel and Iran. Now JD Vance throw up the middle finger talking about the LGBTQ community. I love this administration!! HAHAHA
Been dealing with VA housing programs since February. Applied for HUD-VASH. Got enrolled in SSVF. Six months later? Still sleeping in my office. Still no voucher. Still no answers. Every agency points to the other like that Spider Man meme. No one owns the process. No one gives a straight answer. You gotta be your own case manager, your own advocate, and your own housing navigator—while also working full-time. This system isn’t “veteran support.” It’s a paper maze that bleeds time, dignity, and energy from the people who served. I’m not done fighting, but I’m done pretending this process is functional and works. This is why so many of us get swept under the rug.
Months of fighting to secure housing through SSVF, doing most of the legwork myself. Now they’re fumbling the finish line over red tape and excuses. This gov system doesn’t care about its veterans — just checks boxes and pushes us aside. I’ll keep fighting, but damn, it’s exhausting.
@npub1pzzr...dsr8, I just listened to your speech from The Bitcoin Conference 2025 in Vegas in my room—and I was floored. Your story touched me, not just because of what you went through, but because parts of it felt like reflections of my own life. Not identical, but kindred. I’ve felt the sting of betrayal, isolation, and systemic pressure. And yet, here we are—still breathing, still believing a way forward. You reminded me why we fight. Freedom. Decentralization. Unity. Those wern't just ideals—they're battle cries. Your return isn't just your victory, it's all of ours. Because when you walked out of that prison, it proved that even in the darkest corridors of control, light can break through. That’s what gives the rest of us hope. Thank you—not just for surviving, but for staying human through it all. For not folding and backing down. For speaking truth even when it cost you more. And now I want to say this with with you and everyone else who this resinates with: they tried to bury us, but they didn’t realize we were seeds. And now, we’re growing—together. You’re not alone. I’m with you. We all are. We will not stop. We owe it to those who came before, and to those still lost in the cracks and shadows, to push forward until every last soul can say they lived free. Let's go from 10 to 100—because freedom is no longer a dream. It’s our duty.
Everybody wants to slap labels on me—“trauma,” “unstable, “crazy”—just because they can’t handle what I’m really saying. They gaslight you, pretend they’re “helping,” while ignoring the real shit: disrespecting my service, glad I have dead brothers, calling me a baby killer, trashing my patriotism. I held my tongue for weeks, got ridiculed in silence. And when I snap—suddenly I’m “toxic.” Funny how that works.. Here’s the deal: I’m not broken. I’m honest. I’ve carried shame that wasn’t mine. I’ve been told I’m “sick” for speaking the truth. That truth hurts, but after the dust settles, it heals. If my clarity makes you uncomfortable, look in the fucking mirror. I refuse to live in someone else’s lie. I won’t be your scapegoat. I’m done playing it safe—real talk is the only way forward. You call it “crazy”—I call it clarity. We are not the same.