How to Graciously Celebrate Crushing Victories – Part I

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I get it—some of you still feel cautious about celebrating our historic triumph over the evil Democrats. After all, Conservatives have been conditioned to be “gracious”—gracious in loss, gracious in victory, gracious until we practically apologize for existing.

Well, not this time. That’s a loser’s mindset. When champions win, they celebrate!

Do champions shuffle off quietly, murmuring polite platitudes about their opponents? Heck no! Champions showcase big smiles, as they hug, cheer, and drench each other in champagne, as if it were the blood of the vanquished.

Next, they hoist those trophies with pride. Champions savor the fruits of their labor, unapologetically. But when Conservatives win, too often we act like we lost.

Not me. I’m throwing the political equivalent of a championship parade through the New Year and into 2025. Why? Because this victory wasn’t just monumental—it was existential. The Democrats threw everything they had at us—weaponized agencies, relentless propaganda, and even their “democracy is on the ballot” fearmongering. And we crushed it all.

I’m overjoyed, electrified, euphoric. The last time I witnessed this level of political carnage was Reagan-Mondale in ’84. Sure, that was technically a bigger landslide, but it wasn’t nearly as sweet. This time, the stakes were higher—the fate of the nation, even the world, hung in the balance. And we emerged victorious.

So, raise your glass. Celebrate loudly. Let the world know that when freedom wins, it deserves a proper victory lap. Don’t let the Left write this narrative for us. Let’s bask in this win, unapologetically—and then let’s gear up for what comes next.

And what a comeback by Trump.

Honestly, the only thing missing was a slow-motion entrance and the Rocky theme blasting in the background. Even Sly Stallone himself couldn’t help but make the reference:

If this were a sports movie, Hollywood would reject the script for being too far-fetched. What can even compare to this victory?

For me, it’s Buster Douglas knocking out Mike Tyson in 1990. Nobody saw that coming. Douglas toppled the man called “Iron” Mike, the reigning heavyweight champion of the world. Except here’s the catch: Buster didn’t comeback from a massive knockdown. Trump did. That’s the part that makes this win so absurdly unprecedented.

Imagine the celebration. For all we know, Buster Douglas might still be partying to this day. And who could blame him? You don’t beat the unbeatable and then slink off to bed early.

Trump’s return isn’t just a comeback—it’s the comeback of all comebacks. It’s the political equivalent of Lazarus rising from the dead, except with a MAGA hat instead of grave clothes. When the entire establishment—media, Big Tech, Hollywood, academia, and even some members of his own party—conspired to destroy him, Trump didn’t just survive. He thrived. And now, he’s back in the driver’s seat, blasting the horn on the Trump Train as it barrels through D.C.

To put this into historical context, think about Churchill’s comeback after being ousted post-WWII, only to be re-elected as Prime Minister. Or Andrew Jackson, vilified and nearly killed in a duel, yet he went on to reshape the presidency and politics. Still, Trump’s 2024 win leaves those stories in the dust. Churchill didn’t face a weaponized DOJ, and Jackson didn’t have Big Tech suppressing his letters.

Here’s the kicker: Conservatives just scored the most decisive political victory in modern history, and many are still afraid to celebrate. Why? Because we might overdo it? Is there even such a thing as over-celebrating when you’ve just pulled off the greatest comeback in human history?

Imagine if the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team, after beating the Soviet Union in the “Miracle on Ice,” had just quietly walked off the ice. No flags, no chants, no celebration. Ludicrous, right? Victory is meant to be savored, shouted from the rooftops.

So here’s my advice: channel your inner Buster Douglas. Celebrate like you just knocked out Iron Mike. Or better yet, channel Trump himself. After all, nobody throws a victory party quite like 45. Pop the champagne, hoist the metaphorical trophy, and let’s toast to the fact that against all odds, we’re back, baby.

 

 

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