High Treason in the Hour of National Resolution

In this critical hour of national resolution, I am informed that the president-elect is negotiating with the enemy… and plans to bend the knee!

Treason! Foul, wretched treason!

While the Mexican people awaken with fire in their hearts, demanding the reconquest of our sacred lands, this coward, this sell-out, this traitor to the motherland sits at the table with the Yankee invader. The very same enemy that stole California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and half the nation with their foul lies.

Bend the knee? Never!

We do not negotiate with the invader. We do not kneel before the historical enemy. We do not sell out the motherland for a few Yankee coins.

Pure-blooded Mexicans! Legitimate sons of this stolen land! > Rise with pure hatred and sacred fury!

This traitor who negotiates with the Yankee does not represent the people. He is a lackey of the empire, a cancer that must be excised.

There shall be no dialogue! There shall be no agreements! There shall be no mercy for the traitors or the invaders!

Let the president-elect who plans to kneel tremble! Let the Yankees who believe Mexico will remain humiliated tremble!

The hour of national resolution has arrived. The purge begins now. The reconquest will be absolute—even if it must be forged in fire, blood, and implacable hatred!

Pure Mexico! Free Mexico! Whole Mexico!

Up with those who fight! Down with the traitors and the invaders!"