And the Winner Is…

I thought about titling my post-election post “Hitler Wins!” While it would have been funny and understandable, it also would have been cynical and selfish–missing the gravity of the moment and robbing you the sincere celebration justified.

Because the winner…is YOU.

You have been given the better thing whether you wanted it or not. This is grace.

WE have been given the better thing whether we deserved it or not. This is mercy.

 

Religious or not, I pray you can look at the circumstances and at least be curious about the unique nature of it all. Unprecedented doesn’t begin to describe the firsts that unfolded last night. Extraordinary…unbelievable…insane? All insufficient to describe adequately where we were yesterday, where we are today, how we got here, and with whom.

Y’all we just elected the former president, a billionaire reality tv star…the first president to be criminally indicted in 234 years of history, the first to have a felony conviction, the first to have the full weight of our government weaponized against him…smeared as a racist, called Hitler, deemed the head of the snake–the worst amongst us…deplorable, garbage…We just elected the only man to survive not one but two assassination attempts. It’s a wonder he is alive between the incompetence and malevolence of those tasked with his security. Foreign agents allowed in and roaming our nation unaccounted for, with the sole purpose of taking Trump’s life. That’s curious, right?

Billions of dollars poured into the left to defeat Trump and anyone who dared align with him. The left had more money, more media…the celebrities and influencers…the Democratic machine primed and ready to overwhelm on the ground, in the booth, and at the counting table. Friends, even the pollsters were largely intimidated by all that was stacked against Trump. Even upon seeing the rallies, talking to the public, recognizing the weakness of the Harris/Walz ticket…and the most they could summon the courage for was to hedge their bets at the end and call it a tie going into Tuesday.

IT WAS NEVER CLOSE.

What about the historic media moments created from mud and muck? The mugshot meant to shame him, didn’t. It became iconic. Trump at McDonald’s? Who else in the world does that stunt work for?? Trump in an orange vest, riding into a rally in a trash track like a triumphant king on a white horse? Every attempt by Kamala’s campaign to manufacture and manifest momentum and enthusiasm and they just couldn’t. It all fell flat. Every label they try to hang on Trump became laurels around his neck. Over and over again. How does that happen?

Then you have JD Vance, what a winner he is! Yet another man whose life and story defies the odds. Speaking of defying the odds…or better yet collecting the odds…Elon Musk, RFK Jr. Tulsi, Tucker, Dana White, Joe Rogan…Scott Pressler. What a motley crew of misfits and heroes! Every single one cast out, shunned or shamed. Once the darlings of their spheres, then denigrated and relegated to the bottom when they dared question the status quo. In what world, from what short list, would this group have been chosen to win. And yet here they are, uniquely tough, uniquely capable, accomplished, and confident.

It’s an embarrassment of riches.

And they have your best interests at heart. Just crazy. Crazier still is the overwhelming scope of last night’s victory. By the time it is all said and done, it was a landslide. Trump won in counties that have not voted for a republican since the 1800’s.

New York is now more red than Texas is now blue. Senate. House. Electoral College. Popular Vote. It’s a mandate. It’s a whipping. It’s a rebuke of progressive policies, it’s a rejection of the carnality and corruption that has been strangling us. It is a win for women, children, students…families…the worker, the middleclass. It is a win for men. It is a win for goodness and normalcy. It seems so silly and simple to say now but how many of you can acknowledge how insurmountable it seemed? Y’all, evil was winning.

And now it’s not.

What will you do with this reprieve, with this impossible rescue we have been given? It cannot be to simply return to the sty and trough that apathy earned us.

Unmerited favor we have been given. Now it is time for us to do the work of walking in it. Yes, walking in victory REQUIRES WORK. You’d be amazed how quickly you can return to defeat without a plan to move forward. The Salty Citizen falls under the umbrella of my primary blog–Hey Salty Lady and Hey Salty Lady is named for a Bible story in Genesis 19–Lot’s wife. Lot and his family are rescued from Sodom and Gomorrah, but his wife turns back and becomes a pillar of salt. Lot is fairly sorry himself and is reluctant to leave, reluctant to lead, and entirely unenthusiastic about his salvation. So much so, he tries to negotiate how far he has to run to be saved from literal hellfire and damnation. Lot, having been supernaturally spared should have strutted boldly into whatever room he entered for the rest of his life. But he didn’t. He drug his feet and hung his head. He cowered in caves in fear. He did not embrace the second chance he had been given.

We cannot be Lots. And why would we?! The world has watched and waited to see what would become of this American experiment. The whole world has watched us slip into the same decline and globalist oppression as everyone else–forgetting who we are, ashamed of our gritty and glorious start, assuming a posture of weakness that was forced upon us.

But the whole world was watching last night too. It was a resounding victory. The city on a hill has more than a glimmer of light left. What will we do with it? What will you do with it?

Burn out or burn bright, baby. I prefer the latter. Be bolder. Be braver. Be better.

Be ready…my second take on this is quite a bit saltier.

But first…Gonna go watch The View now. Winning is hard but it can be fun too.