Today we sat down for an update on election fraud in New Mexico with Erin Clements, voting integrity warrior.
The following is the transcript of the from Shawn Witzemann remarks at Reclaim Restore County by County Event :
Ladies and Gentlemen, the odds are against us.Â
This isnâ€™t your typical run of the mill political battle.
What we are confronted with, is the very end of our Republic.
This isnâ€™t hyperbole.
What we face….is the death of America.
I was told that people need to hear my story, but thatâ€™s a task, easier said than done.
There isnâ€™t a single American that can be summed up only by what is known to the public, and I am no exception.
I have plenty of skeletons in my closet, and thereâ€™s certainly not enough time right now to drag all of those bones into the light of day.
Iâ€™m sure that many of you would recoil in horror at the plethora of mistakes Iâ€™ve made in my 39 years on this planet.
With the little time I do have, Iâ€™ll endeavor to do be as truthful as I can.
I was born and raised in Farmington, New Mexico.
Although I would be moved elsewhere from time to time, as my father followed work, this town represents the very roots of my being.
In fact, I now live only a couple of blocks away from the house where I learned to ride a bicycle; a short walk from the home where my father decided to embrace his own destiny, and become an entrepreneur.
Of all the lessons I learned from my father, the principles of hard work, independence, and loyalty are those that will never be forgotten.
I watched as he spent endless hours, applying his college degrees in economics and business administration to painstakingly doing his book work by hand. Returning phone calls until late at night; after I had already been instructed to go to bed. Up at the crack of dawn to earn a living for his wife and children.
My mother is an artist. It was she who taught me the beauty of the written word….the emotion in the stroke of a paintbrush….the pain in a phrase from a long forgotten blues song…the power of love.
Itâ€™s a shame that I was unable to hearken to the lessons my parents had taught me when I was young, but I was never destined to learn things the easy way. My years are a testament to this fact.
Much of my own being has been shaped by hard experience. Molded by my failures.
I submit to you that America is much the same.
This experiment hasnâ€™t always been successful.
Much like this country we love, I was rebellious and petulant. I had all the answers, but I was unable to apply them to reach my own success.
I hated authority. I despised the hypocrisy of the church I attended. My distaste for societal norms was evidenced by my inability to stay out of trouble.
I was blue haired and belligerent. Proud in my own ignorance.
In my late teenage years, and into early adulthood, I struggled to find a path that wasnâ€™t leading me to incarceration.
I scoffed at the thought of imprisonment; too young and stupid to know what it meant.
I played guitar at house parties and studied philosophy and political science.
I drank, and smoked, and huffed from the drip tanks behind San Juan College.
I was trying my best to be dead by the age of 27.
I was in a state of extended adolescence, but my childhood came to an abrupt end when at the age of 22, I was given the news that I would be a father.
The moon of my life came to me scared.
She was afraid that she would be alone in raising the child she had become pregnant with.
I assured her she was not. I told her I would take care of them. I told her I was ready to be a man.
I was a liar.
Through endless carousing and a complete lack of respect for the life I had created, I strayed from the path I was meant to walk.
My ignorance landed me in a bar fight, while already on probation.
My son was little more than one month old, and I was sitting in the San Juan County Detention Center…..looking at spending the next 5 years in prison.
People always make jokes about finding Jesus in prison, but the truth is…..he often finds you.
I spent my time thinking about what I stood to lose. I read the Proverbs of Solomon and pondered my mistakes; terrified that I would miss out on being a father to my son.
I went before Judge Carla Vescovi-Dial to hear her judgement.
She wasnâ€™t my biggest fan.
â€œMr. Witzemannâ€, she said, â€œYou come before me, having been given probation for aggravated assault on a police officer, and now it is my understanding that you were involved in a bar fight?â€
â€œThereâ€™s really nothing to say here,â€ she said coldly, â€œI am sentencing you to serve the remainder of your time in prisonâ€.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks as I was escorted from the video court room and back to the bench where countless others waited to have their fates decided.
I began crying.
The guy sitting next to me asked what had happened. He asked what was wrong.
I said â€œI guess God still has something to teach meâ€.
I had failed my moon. I had failed my son.
I hung my head and continued to weep.
Inexplicably……I was called back into the video courtroom.
The judge spoke……
â€œMr. Witzemann,â€ she said, â€œ I donâ€™t know why… but Iâ€™ve decided to release you today. If I ever see you again, I will BURY you under this jail.â€
Just a few hours later, I was released.
I was greeted in the parking lot by my moon;
My son Isaiah was safe in his car seat.
I swore I would never leave him again.
I tell this story as an example of the power of hopelessness.
America stands on the precipice.
Our country is held captive by the consequence of our mistakes as a people.
Pointing the finger will not spare us from judgement.
We must take personal responsibility for the situation we are in.
On January 6th, I witnessed as hundreds of thousands of Americans went to the Capitol to protest the stolen election.
I saw years of disillusionment and steady gaslighting come to a head that day, as protestors move up the stairs on the west side of the inauguration stage.
I inhaled the tear gas as it was shot into the crowd.
I watched as a man was pushed to his death right in front of me.
I saw the fear in the eyes of Capitol Police.
I begged them not to start shooting lead into the crowd.
I told them that if they did, we would all die.
I watched as they stood down.
I watched as protesters poured into the Capitol.
I watched as Capitol Police ushered people through the building, asking them to stay within the ropes, like some sort of weird, guided tour from hell.
I was just down the hall from the Speakers Chambers when I heard the gunshot that killed Ashli Babbit.
I was there in the statuary, when when police instructed everyone to return to the rotunda.
For a minute it seemed like there would be a peaceful sit-in. Iâ€™m a child of hippies.
Forgive my ignorance.
My most hopeful of wishes would soon turn to dust.
I was convinced I was going to die when police moved in and began pushing everyone toward the east doorway; I was caught between two masses of people.
I had nowhere to escape.
I couldnâ€™t breathe.
We were being crushed.
I watched as a woman passed out right in front of me. I struggled to keep her from being trampled.
I pushed my left arm out against the police, and screamed at those around me to â€œMAKE SOME ROOM!â€ as she lay lifeless on the glass floor; inches away from the boots that would kill her, without intervention.
I thanked God when police finally grabbed her and dragged her limp body behind the line.
I thanked the police emphatically.
Most of them werenâ€™t enjoying this any more than I was. They couldnâ€™t breathe either.
Somewhere along the way, it became very obvious to me what was going on.
I looked up at the eye of the rotunda, and marveled.
It was beautiful.
This was the end.
I was bearing witness to the very death of our Republic.
Suddenly…..the pressure relented, and I was able to breathe again.
By some miracle, I was able to leave that building on my own two feet.
I surveyed Capitol Hill and decided I had seen enough.
As I walked west on Pennsylvania Avenue, someone was playing Johnny Cash.
â€œWhen the Man comes Aroundâ€
I returned to my hotel room where I made an appearance on â€œThe Situation Roomâ€ with Rocci Stucci.
When the time came to broadcast my own show, the tears were impossible to hold back.
Once again in my life, I wept openly.
I was in a state of mourning.
The next day, I rented a car, and with the help of multiple friends, I made my way back to New Mexico as quickly as I could; driven by one purpose: to see my children again.
The following week, the FBI came knocking at my door.
I agreed to meet with them, to discuss what I had seen.
I had nothing to hide. Journalism is a public business.
Later that month, I watched as Biden was installed.
I watched as the events of January 6th were turned into a caricature of the truth.
Over the next several weeks, I watched as hundreds were rounded up and charged with crimes they did not commit.
I watched as the lie unfolded.
On April 1st of this year (a fitting date for this old fool), I too was charged with crimes I did not commit.
I was contacted by the FBI and instructed to turn myself in.
I was taken to the Cibola County Detention Center in Grants, NM, where I once again found myself wondering if I would ever see my children again.
I reflected on the decisions that led me to that point. I pondered the lessons being given to me by God.
I was released to pretrial services the following day, and I continue to be thankful for my current disposition.
But in the midst of this wrongful prosecution, as I face the potential of 3 years in federal prison, a path has been laid out before me.
Silence is not an option.
No threat of imprisonment can dissuade me from this purpose.
We were endowed by our Creator, with certain unalienable rights; long before the founders decided to put pen to paper.
Right now….as I speak….
US veterans who committed no acts of violence on January 6th are being held in solitary confinement for daring to peacefully petition their government for a redress of grievances.
As I speak…
we are watching as a a lab created virus with a survival rate of over 99% is being used to destroy all personal liberty, in the name of a false sense of security.
As I speak…
We are watching as countless friends and family are being systematically murdered by this so-called vaccine; the true bio weapon.
As I speak…
This country, and everything good it could have been, is being destroyed at the behest of a globalist agenda that would seek to exterminate all human life on this planet.
As I speak….
Patriotism is being criminalized.
These realities are an affront to American values and cannot be allowed to continue unabated.
The Great Reset is upon us, and itâ€™s time to wake up.
â€œBuilding Back Betterâ€ is a one-way ticket to hell.
The Republic has fallen and the future of our children hangs in the balance.
I implore you to recognize the hopelessness of our situation.
Regardless of cost, we must push back at those powers that would deprive us of our God given liberties.
Regardless of cost, we must raise our voices in defiance of tyrannical law.
Regardless of cost, we must now come together and fight for our freedom.
Weâ€™ve already been divided. The fall has already occurred.
Only together, and in obedience to God, can we pick up the pieces, and stand once again.Â
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– New Mexico Rising
Add Lafayette Square to the long and growing lists of things we were lied to about in 2020.
This one was pretty obvious but frustrating as all get out regardless. Mema when the jackbooted thugs of the Orange Man’s Administration deploy nerve agent to clear the brave and peaceful protesters from Lafayette Square so that the Narcissist-In-Chief could have a photo opt? Me neither. But if you were to have or intrepid press spin the tail that, and other Orange Man bad transgressions, was unprecedented and just plain mean. Welp, that was bat guano. On there ongoing tour to rebuild there tattered reputation, our Journalism class revisited that fateful day and guess what? Nah, don’t guess I’ll just quote the headline:
Now I think we are all tried on winning because our betters within the establishment media keep taking L ‘s. It’s time we have to start admitting that this shit is getting “re-goddamn-diculous“. Not only did the Park Police did not clear Lafayette Park and the nearby area of protesters on June 1, 2020, so that Drumpf could walk from his crib (well the peoples’ crib) over to St. Johnâ€™s Church, but the Bureau of Prisons officers on the scene were getting their asses kicked. This prompted the Park Police to begin “aggressively clearing the park”. Now you see why our former lord and savior Cheeto Jesus called the fake news the “Enemy of the People“.
- PCR CT Testing Scam
- Two weeks to flatten the curve, two more weeks to slow the spread
- Asymptomatic Spread of a Respiratory Virus
- Lockdowns and Stay-at-Home orders would flatten to curve
- Vitamin C & D are not effective against the virus
- South Dakota, Florida, Georgia, Texas did Lockdowns wrong. California and New York did Lockdowns right
- COVID cases Numbers and Deaths â€œwithâ€ COVID instead of Deaths â€œofâ€ COVID – See Alameda County, CA
- Using the COVID-19 “Plandemic” as a catalysis for the “The Great Reset” is a Conspiracy Theory
- Wuhan lab leak hypothesis of the coronavirus outbreak was just a crazy conspiracy theory by orange man and is minions.
- Hydroxychloroquine was not safe nor effective… well partially true except when administered with azithromycin
- Ventilator, ventilator, ventilator!!! We need ventilator!!
- The exaggerated efficacy of social distancing and masking
….. I could go on.
Shaine was gracious enough to invited me on his Podcast “What’s HAPAning” along with a plethora of guests to discuss what it’s like being a father, how becoming a father has changed their perspective on life, how the COVID hysteria has warped the minds of families, and much more. It was a blast and some much needed therapy for me.
Guests: John Odermatt:
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