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HERE’S MY PROBLEM WITH CANDACE OWENS (and why I’m done) I used to LOVE Candace. Like many of you, I was in the trenches when she was still on YouTube with 12 viewers. I joined BLEXIT because of her. I cheered when she got the big platforms. But I love God more than I ever loved any influencer… and right now Candace is straight-up grieving the Holy Spirit. The movement that made her famous? She’s torching it. The President who invited her to the White House? She’s stabbing in the back. The ONE man who took a chance on her when nobody else would—Charlie Kirk—is barely cold in the ground and she’s monetizing his death like it’s content. Charlie gave her a stage. Gave her a career. Gave her a future. And her thank-you note? Slandering his grieving widow. Accusing his wife, his friends, his team of a cover-up. Spreading wild lies that he “hated Israel” and was secretly becoming Catholic—like she’s the anointed prophet who gets to speak for the dead. There might be 1% truth in some conspiracy circles, but even if there was 20%—you don’t do this to a widow. You don’t drag a brokenhearted wife through the mud for clicks and subs. That’s not “truth-seeking.” That’s demonic. I’m a loyal person. Friendship is sacred to me. Apparently that’s old-fashioned now. So yeah—I renounce it all. Unfollowing. Unsubscribing. Done. Candace built her entire brand on “personal responsibility”… well this is hers. Protect the widow. Honor the dead. Fear God. That’s the hill I’ll die on. Who’s with me? 🙏🇺🇸