This thread hits hard. Honestly, I was very seriously contemplating suicide by the time the campaign slowly started developing. I had no hope for the future, no ideal for living, and no will to continue. Then, that cool businessman from NYC announced he was running, and made some truthful remarks about illegals that the media predictably sperged out over. I chuckled, and enjoyed that brief moment of seeing someone on TV speak the truth before he inevitably cucked out and apologized. Except he didn't. To my surprise, he just kept going. He kept BTFO'ing all the assholes who deserved it and didn't back down. The memes were pouring out like I'd never seen before, and even the dumbest, most hopeless normalfags were seeing him on TV, slowly internalizing his behavioral redpills. People were starting to come around to ideas I'd been laughed at for championing just a few months before, and they were doing so because Donald was challenging the "right and normal" ways of the world, inspiring people, who in turn inspired others.
Before I even realized it, I had hope again, or at least, I wanted to hope again. I was part of a movement, and not just some shitty honeypot with a handful of serious people and a bunch of degenerates or bad actors, but a real MOVEMENT of millions of people, of the American people, and of nationalistic people around the world. I realized I wasn't alone, and even though I was more radical than most, normal people were becoming more open to things like pro-white identity, and real change than ever before.
I'm glad I stuck around to see Brexit, and to see THIS, and all of the things to come. I'm not afraid anymore, not defeated.
On a side note, when I was an underageb&, my mom and some family friends took me on a vacation to New York City, and we visited Trump Tower, and saw Donald Jr. in the lobby. I had no idea who he was at the time, but my mom did as she was a huge fan of The Apprentice, and kept up with the Trump family. We spoke to him, and he agreed to take a picture with us (sorry, I can't provide it as evidence because my Mom has it, and probably couldn't find it in a million years, considering she has so many pictures she hasn't scanned yet, a convenient story, I know).
tl;dr Trump basically saved my life, and his family and life's work will always hold special significance to me
I guess I'd best take a shower and start getting ready. It's almost time.