As a person who ran from the first tower collapse after watching my fellow Americans jump to their death, and as a guy who has spent every year since 9/11 trying to warn of Islam and mass immigration—both illegal and legal—there is never a day that passes when I don’t pray to God and ask if I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I ask for signs. Then I touch my steel cross from the tower wreckage and feel the 3,000 angels who trust me to Never Forget. This includes fireman George Cain who I never met—I only know his mother. And she asked me to never stop doing what I do. She handed me that steel cross. It was hers, but she gave it to me and said, “Keep this knowing that 3,000 angels will be by your side.” So George is like my brother from another mother. And it pains me greatly to know that for decades I’ve tried to warn of Islam only to watch our country fold like a wet napkin. This morning I asked for a sign a little harder than usual because of the attempted NYC bombing, and the prayer rugs that now sit under the NYFD memorial. I feel like my effort/work is falling way too short; I thought that after 25 years maybe it’s time to move onto something new. Then, tonight, at 10:35p, instead of going to bed I decided to watch videos on X. It is something I rarely do at night. The first video that popped up was Trump on Letterman in 1986. Then the next was Katie Miller interviewing Elon Musk. Both were sorta useless videos. And then this video came up: It was the sign. I listen to these voice messages and it hurts to think how we let 9/11 happen, it hurts even more to know we are handing our cities and countries over to these animals. It all gets me fired up. So I ain’t changing a damn thing. In fact, I’m hitting the gas pedal even harder. I sure hope the signs keep coming. Either way, those of us who TRULY Never Forget—we will prevail or die trying. I’ll be trying again tomorrow George, I promise.