America First alignment from today until forever.

I, Cornelius Basson THERON, grew up on the wrong continent, namely Africa. I was born on the Fourth of July 1965, and from my childhood years, I wanted to be in America. As a matter of fact, when my Oupa Charles (Carel Johannes Theron) died on his farm just outside Nelspruit, Transvaal (now 100% over run by squatter camps), I told him he made a mistake coming from Holland to South Africa. I will fix that mistake by going on and carrying the family name to The Land of the FREE and home of the Brave, because that is what I am also. He had malaria, bilharzia, and a heart attack. I buried him. He built all the longest railroad tracts throughout this god-forsaken land and owned some hotels and finally retired on a farm that I built my first permanent magnetic energy generator on, which pushed water out of the Crocodile River up nearly 1 km to a dam I built for him to water his tobacco plantation and dry the leaves as well as water the orange groves. After he died, I was devastated and left Africa’s blood-stained lands for Boston, America. After being here in America for a while, I found out my dad, Carel Theron (just like my life), deserted his family and did nothing to rescue his own mother, who was killed by the same servants who worked in her kitchen and clearly took the farm. The SAP only found her body a few days later, abused, tortured, and murdered.