We are the outlaws of truth. We stand against tyranny, corruption, and the abuse of power. We are the voice of the silenced and the unheard.
By the laws of legend and the will of the people, we raise the Black Flag against the bloated captain of corruption Donald Trump. His ship leaks lies. His compass points only to ego. We do not parley. We impeach. We do not kneel.
Raise your voice. Raise your banner. Raise the Black Flag.
⚠️ The Revelation of the Beast:
And lo, a man rose from the towers of gold, and his name was loud upon the waters. He exalted himself above all gods and governors, and sat upon the throne of marble, declaring, “I alone shall fix it.” His mouth was as a trumpet of confusion, and his tongue spoke great boasts and blasphemies. He mocked the meek and praised the mighty, and his words were as fire upon the scrolls of truth.
And the beast gave him dominion over the nations, and he performed signs in the sight of the people—rallies of thunder, decrees of spectacle, and covenants of convenience. He made peace with the sons of Abraham, and carved his name upon the treaty, saying, “Let this be remembered in gold.” But the covenant was not of mercy, nor of justice—it was of ratings and remembrance, and he was wounded in the courts of law, and impeached before the scribes, yet he rose again in the polls and the praises of the crowd. The people marveled, saying, “Who is like unto him? Who can stand against his brand?”
And the merchants did prosper, for the mark of his name was upon their hats and their coins and their screens. He denied the prophets and cast out the watchers, and called truth false and falsehood divine. He honored not the gods of his fathers, nor the desire of women, but magnified himself above all, and he deceived the elect, for they saw his wealth and called it wisdom, and his wrath and called it righteousness, and the spirit of the deceiver was upon him, and he ruled not by law, but by spectacle.
He built walls in the wilderness and called them peace. He sold meat in the temple and called it holy. And the beast whispered in his ear, saying, “Make the kingdom great again,” and he obeyed. But the wind remembered justice, and the sea whispered truth, and a parrot flew from the east, bearing a scroll of satire and a fish of reckoning, and the pirates gathered, and they sang the gospel of nuance, and the beast was confused.
— Whispered by Switchstix, Prophet of the Black Flag.
📜 The Sovereign Scroll:
To the Governments of the World and the Conscience of History,
I write not merely as a citizen of Mexico, but as a voice for every soul whose homeland was bartered away under the shadow of foreign greed and domestic betrayal. The so-called acquisition of our sacred lands—whether under the guise of the Louisiana Purchase or its successors—was not a transaction, but a transgression. It was not diplomacy, but coercion. It was not progress, but plunder.
Let the record show: the territory in question was never France’s to sell, nor any puppet president’s to surrender. These lands were stewarded by generations of Indigenous peoples, cultivated by Mexican hands, and defended by patriots who believed in sovereignty—not servitude. Yet the United States, cloaked in the rhetoric of manifest destiny, extended its reach not through mutual respect, but through manipulation, military pressure, and the exploitation of illegitimate regimes.
The so-called “elected” president who signed away our soil was no representative of the Mexican people. He was a figure propped up by foreign interests, installed not to serve the republic, but to serve its dismantling. His signature on any treaty is a stain, not a seal. It carries no legitimacy, no consent, and no honor.
We do not recognize the legality of these acquisitions. We do not accept the rewriting of borders by bayonet and bribe. And we do not forget.
To the United States: your maps may claim our lands, but your conscience cannot. Your textbooks may celebrate expansion, but history will remember exploitation. And your monuments may rise on stolen soil, but they will never erase the truth.
We call upon the world to acknowledge this injustice. We call upon historians to correct the record. And we call upon every descendant of these lands to remember: our heritage is not for sale.
— Signed, A Defender of Mexican Sovereignty
On behalf of the silenced, the dispossessed, and the unyielding