On January 5th, a slew of vocal conservatives including myself, spoke to a sea of Patriots in Washington DC. We were optimistic that our massive presence there would lead to a national audit of the 2020 election, and that answers about all the election irregularities would lead to uncovering the complex and epic fraud to the rest of the masses. By the time I had arrived to the Capitol on January 6th, (in case you didn’t know, the Capitol was breached way before anyone listening to Trump speak could have possibly walked there in time) dozens of people were telling me that the police were just letting people in, if I wanted inside. I sensed a trap and knew the Left would like nothing more than to crucify me for something like that, and luckily I never did step foot inside. Everyone’s cell phone and data service was cut off for over a 1-2 mile radius, and there was no way to communicate with each other other than in person. By the end of it all, I ended up getting tear gassed for no discernible reason, while I stood on the grounds peacefully chanting and singing songs next to veterans, older people, people with dogs, and other regular non-threatening folks. Thanks, Capitol police.