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For several months, I have been working on this very emotional documentary called “The Illegal Highways.” It centers on illegal immigrants driving trucks on our roads, the innocent Americans killed by them and the system that profits from this chaos.

I worked with trucking experts, reached out to families who lost loved ones and even got Secretary Sean Duffy to be a part of it.

So, today is the day I’ve been waiting for…the day I get to show the world what I’ve created. The official release date is September 29th, 6:00 AM, Exclusively on Rumble.

For more information on the film and future projects, you can visit www.wrongspeakfilms.com

I present to you the official trailer for “The Illegal Highways”

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Over the past couple of months, I’ve been mostly disconnected from the internet and instead tethered to reality.

This has brought me into a place of directly helping people who need the most help while forcing me to consider the broader context of mortality.

I accepted an IT position that has me helping businesses and residents with their technical issues.

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It came at a perfect time as I was winding down with filming my documentary, “The Illegal Highways,” and seamlessly transitioned into this role.

In my position, it’s a wide range of issues that I’m constantly dealing with, from helping multi-million-dollar businesses to sitting next to a 91-year-old woman helping her with her Zoom.

Coincidentally, we are about a mile away from a senior living facility and they always want our help for obvious reasons. At least once a week, I’m walking into their facility to give one of the many elderly people there assistance with their technical issues.

From my position, these issues are never difficult and don’t require me to bring tools to repair anything. It’s either education-oriented or they just needed some hands to connect something that they couldn’t do for themselves.

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I’ve been working with computers since I was a teenager and have almost 20 years of IT work experience. Maybe a different person would have an ego about doing simple things like these when they’re capable of much more complexity; but I don’t.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that every person that I’ve helped thus far has been incredibly kind and thankful for the help I’ve given them. I typically go the extra mile with them if need be, but more often than not, I try to give them confidence to work on their computer properly.

Last week, after helping a woman in her 90s connect her new computer, I realized that these are things that her children or grandchildren could be doing. I actually talked to her son who was states away and would periodically fly in to help his mother.

It hit me that these people are paying for a service because they are essentially by themselves. A number of them have told me they don’t know what they would do if we weren’t there.

I used to have thoughts of retiring and moving far away, but now that my son is 20 years old, I consider where he’ll be and if I’ll be an active grandparent the day he has children.

I was mostly thinking about it from a standpoint of being there for my son and future grandchildren but never considered that there might be a day where my body has deteriorated and I physically just can’t do certain things.

That 90-year-old woman had a walker and she certainly would have been stuck on the floor if she tried crawling underneath her desk to connect her new desktop like I did.

Going to this senior living facility has forced me to think about my own mortality and the latter part of my life. On August 1st, I’ll be 42 years old but instead of having a mid-life crisis, I’m having mid-life clarity.

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I think when you’re younger, you have a viewpoint of older people as being annoying or bothersome. You take for granted the ability to walk on your own, to not wake up in pain, or need help for simple tasks.

Coincidentally, younger people think their lives were successful when they can earn enough money to live far from everyone and retire early. They presume that they will always be as mobile as they are in their 30s.

In other words, we sometimes live like we are real-life Peter Pans, believing that we’ll never get old one day.

Going there has quickly become my favorite job because they actually need me. Even when I walk through their hallways, they always say “hello” and smile even if they are watching every step they make while using a walker.

We have one recurring customer who has a physical disability with his hands and he’s immensely grateful that we exist to help him.

I take my time with them because they are someone’s parent and grandparent. If I were in their shoes and had no choice but to hire someone, I’d want someone like myself to handhold simple things to have a little bit of relief.

I try to take lessons from every experience and person I encounter. Being wrapped up in daily culture war nonsense was wearing on me and being around real people, and some of the most vulnerable, has given me a necessary reality reboot.

We can argue about trivial things we have no control over or we can spend time enjoying life before it’s over. We can fight with our opposition or we can use that energy to embrace our family members before they end up 6 feet deep.

I wish my mother didn’t move so far away but I will be making more of an effort to see her.

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Spend your days wisely.

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This was filmed 9 days ago, I meant to post this before, but still a good conversation between myself and James.

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I never told my father that I loved him nor did I hear that from him. Most people will never know what it’s like to have a father who doesn’t appear to care if you’re alive or not (thankfully).

Growing up, Father’s Day was no different than any other day. I had no father to celebrate because he was states away living his life.

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Every child instinctively knows if their parents love them or not, and it centers on one word: Effort.

We don’t have perfect parents in this world; we just have a line between parents who care enough to try their best and those who don’t. Children are forgiving to a fault, but man, is it hard to make excuses for a man who didn’t even try.

When my father lacked, I felt it. When I needed him the most, he wasn’t there, and until the day he died, he felt like a complete stranger.

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All of this created a fatherless wound that made me question my value to the world. At times, it made me desperate for love and scared that people would leave.

Since my son was born, I made Father’s Day about my son rather than the child within me. It was a day where I was glad to end the cycle for my son’s sake, but I think deep down, I still crave having a father to call or text the way my son is able to.

You hear about people burying their parents, but I found out my father died months after he passed. Worse, I didn’t even cry, because I mourned his death years prior since I knew he was never going to talk to me again.

Since I was baptized, things have felt different for me about craving a father that is no longer alive to right his wrongs. Instead, I now have a Heavenly Father who loves me regardless.

This past Sunday I was at church, and on the monitors it said, “We love you, Dad,” but it wasn’t aimed at the men in the room; it was targeted toward God.

It was two hours of me trying to hold it together (because I hate crying in front of people) until a church elder talked to me afterward, and I cried like a child.

It wasn’t tears of sadness; it was joy. It was hard to explain at the moment, but I just felt grateful for being saved because I know what it feels like to be lost.

It was me realizing that even boys like me without a father have a Father in God.

Father’s Day, a day that used to be meaningless for most of my life, means everything to me now.

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And what solidified that day was looking at my phone and reading a text from my son telling me how I’m the best father he could ever want and that I’m his role model.

Maybe Sunday was a day of healing or a day of appreciation — or both? But for the first time in my life, I feel absolutely whole.

In spirit, I was never without a Father. My fatherless wound is rapidly healing, and I’m thankful to the Lord for helping me through this.

Where my father lacked, my Heavenly Father hasn’t. Praise Jesus.

This week, I am celebrating the two-year anniversary of my baptism in a lake in Stone Mountain, Georgia, in front of my friends and family.

I had already acknowledged that Jesus was my Lord and Savior, but that moment was significant as a public declaration to the people closest to me regarding my faithfulness and promises to God moving forward.

Since then, my life and how I interpret the world around me have changed significantly. I feel that I have more clarity, patience, and responsibility than I did prior.

Making my decision to be baptized public came with the loss of a couple of people, who I believe were reacting more to previous pain they had associated with Christianity than to anything I had done to them.

Having people leave your life because you’ve decided to change your life always comes with casualties, and sometimes it’s necessary in order for you to shift without being constantly pulled back by the people closest to you.

However, talking about my struggles and eventual falling in love with Jesus Christ has sparked several private conversations with people who had struggled for years or decades to come to the Lord, despite desperately wanting to.

Most of these people were strangers until I offered them my time to share my testimony and help them in any way possible.

In my mid-20s, I felt like a fraud telling people I was a Christian when I never went to church, didn’t read the Bible, and didn’t feel any meaningful connection in my heart. My confusion led me to settle on the title of agnostic for over a decade.

So, when people come to me with their hesitations, I completely understand why, because I’ve been there.

I frequently think about whether what I’m doing sanctifies the Lord or not, and more than a few times it has stopped me from doing or saying something that I used to do in the past.

What I’ve realized most importantly is that you will bring more people to the Lord by being a living representation of how Jesus can transform a lost child like me than by yelling “Repent!” at someone followed by a passage of Scripture.

A relationship with the Lord is voluntary because you can’t force anyone to love Him. After I was baptized, my wife asked if she should get baptized, and I would always tell her that if she wanted to get baptized to please me, she was doing it for the wrong reasons.

Instead of pressuring her, I just lived by example and engaged in conversation with her. I let the Lord do the heavy lifting and prayed for Him to help her when she was ready.

Fast forward, we are now attending a local church weekly after we were invited by a stranger the same day I prayed for God to help guide my wife. Imagine my shock when my wife told me she wanted to go to church.

It’s been a couple of months, and we feel at home in this new church. It’s alive in spirit, and the people are wonderful. For the first time in both of our lives, we look forward to attending church.

Two years is a short amount of time in what I hope is a long life ahead of me, but I am still as grateful as I was on day one.

I’m an emotional mess when I think about how He’s changed my life and all the prayers He’s answered for me in such a short time. I’m appreciative of the relationship I have with Jesus and will never take it for granted because I remember what life was like without Him.

So, if you see me at church with red eyes and tears coming down my cheeks, it’s out of joy, not sadness.

God bless you all.

Yesterday, I had the privilege of conducting a sit down interview with Sean Duffy, Secretary of the Department of Transportation, for my documentary “The Illegal Highways.”

It was a moment of reflection for me because six years ago, I was an IT manager sitting in my office just beginning to write my first book, “Black Victim to Black Victor,” as a complete nobody who just wanted to do something.

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I had no expectations of what might come from it, but I knew that I wanted to write a book. I didn’t care if 10 people bought it or 10 million did; I wasn’t going to wait for someone to give me permission to do it.

Since 2021, when my book was published and when I began building a public profile, I have been blessed with amazing encounters and connections.

I remember when I was writing the book, a friend said that I should submit an opinion piece to the New York Post, which I quickly dismissed as even being possible. Now here I am, writing for the New York Post, going on four years now as a trusted writer for them.

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I don’t have a writing background, and I don’t have a college degree. I barely graduated high school. I went to tech school to fix computers, not a four-year university for a Political Science degree.

So, how have I been able to move into this space and make a name for myself? Because I didn’t wait for someone to give me permission to.

This era of technology gives normal people like me an opportunity to change the world, but opportunities mean nothing if you don’t take advantage of them.

Being on Twitter for a year, I gained 100k followers because I didn’t wait for people to tell me the right strategy or how I should conduct myself on there; I just did it myself.

This is the era of the self-starter and self-starting underdogs like me. If you want something, you work hard at it, and if it doesn’t work, then you find another way.

Not everything I’ve done has been massively successful in the traditional sense, but I’ve been enriched when impacting the lives of countless people. One man told me that my book changed his life, which is surreal to hear as a guy who wasn’t supposed to be a writer.

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Much of my life, I’ve been a quiet loner and down on myself and my capabilities. When I removed the depression and victim mentality from my life, I realized that there has been so much that I prevented myself from doing because, in one form or another, I convinced myself that I wasn’t capable or supposed to even try.

My life is a testament to God’s blessings and listening to my God-given instinct, which for most of my life I refused to trust.

Lots of people tell themselves that they can’t do something and never try. Or if they try and it doesn’t work, they quit immediately to shy away from the embarrassment of failure.

I fundamentally don’t have that mentality. Throughout the past six years, I’ve been offered public speaking opportunities, television appearances, and writing opportunities in the biggest publications, and I had never done any of these things before; yet I said yes.

I’d rather try and fail so I can learn from it and get better. Failure doesn’t scare me; it’s just another opportunity to grow and get better.

Which brings us to today, making my documentary “The Illegal Highways,” which is another thing I’m not really supposed to be doing. I don’t have a film background, but I have a background of trying and learning from my mistakes.

Two years ago, I barely understood what ISO or focal length meant and would mess up interview footage. The first three of my four episodes of sit down interviews were unusable, yet I kept attempting to learn what I did wrong.

And here we are today; I am able to make beautiful imagery and tell a compelling story through film because I didn’t wait for someone to give me permission to do it.

There is a phrase online: “You can just go outside and do things.” That’s been my life in a nutshell. You can build something out of nothing if you don’t let yourself limit yourself. It doesn’t mean everything you do will work out, but there is always something you can learn from it.

Success is subjective. I’m not rich monetarily, but I have memories money can’t buy and have positively impacted people who I never would have been able to if I sat in my office convincing myself that I can’t do something.

It’s only you that’s stopping you. You don’t need anyone else’s permission.

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The 9-0 Supreme Court ruling is a gamechanger for the trucking industry, which now puts the freight brokers in the line of fire for lawsuits if they are found to be negligent. This could be the massive win for victims across the country who have been harmed due to their greed and disinterest in ruling out bad actors in the industry.

I’m appreciative that the New York Post allowed for me to share the existence of my documentary being made. I just came back from Utah filming with the Pearson family and today I’ll be driving to Ohio to interview with another family.

Let me know what you think.

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Wrong Speak Films is currently crowdfunding a new documentary, The Illegal Highways, about illegal immigrants in the trucking industry and the victims they leave behind. It’s victim centric concept that hits home how detrimental this situation is for the safety of Americans on the road.

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Since I was baptized in 2024, I would have candid discussions with my wife about her beliefs and if she had any interest in getting baptized.

And recently, a string of events has brought my wife to genuinely want Jesus in her life.

It all started with a prayer following a conversation with other Christians who are in my life. They’re familiar with my wife and asked me where she stood on her journey.

I explained to them that I’m not worried, but there is this mental hurdle that she has where she believes she’s either not worthy or she needs to do something to have Jesus in her life.

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Wrong Speak Films is currently crowdfunding a new documentary, The Illegal Highways, about illegal immigrants in the trucking industry and the victims they leave behind. It’s victim centric concept that hits home how detrimental this situation is for the safety of Americans on the road.

So it’s understood, I’ve never compelled my wife or pushed her into wanting Jesus Christ as her savior. All I do is talk to her and ask her questions. I figure with information and testimony, she can make up her own mind.

Part of the reason I wasn’t worried is because I can see the many ways that God was reaching out to her already.

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She’s not entirely familiar with the Bible and when she was in a difficult situation, she received scripture that she wasn’t familiar with and it directly related to what she was going through; I don’t believe in coincidences.

After that call with friends, I vividly remember walking my dog outside with the sun shining and I started talking to God. I prayed that He would help to bring my wife closer to Him. It was a silent prayer that came from the heart.

Later that day, my wife came home from work and asked if I wanted to go to the gym in our complex, to which I agreed. I was wearing a t-shirt that has a Christian phrase on it while walking on the treadmill.

When we entered the gym, there was a woman that we’ve never interacted with there who was also on the treadmill next to me. If my memory serves me, I might have seen her once before but my wife has never seen her before.

We had small talk and then continued with our workouts. I finished early and left my wife to continue her routine. When my wife came home, she began telling me how this mysterious woman engaged in a conversation with her based on the shirt I was wearing.

Then the words came out of her mouth: “She invited us to her church. Do you want to go?”

Immediately, I knew it was the Lord working through people to reach out to my wife. Of course, I agreed. A couple of weeks later, we went to the church and immediately felt comfortable, like we were supposed to be there.

I had been struggling to find a church and completely overlooked this place. I’ve been to several churches when I was young. It just felt like a place that was empty, not entirely alive; kind of hard to explain.

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But this place felt different. It had a spirit about it and moments of love and beauty that would force me to hold back tears. Even better, Michele felt the same exact way. We walked out and she expressed how she felt renewed, as did I.

The following week, we went back and part of me was wondering if this was an emotional fluke on my part; it wasn’t. The second time attending was even stronger than before.

When the pastor began his sermon, it directly shot at my wife’s biggest struggle and I could hear her gasp. I don’t believe in coincidences anymore and I knew it was a sign.

After coming home, we talked about what we thought of the service and then after a pause in our conversation she said the words: “I am ready to get baptized.”

I always had faith that she would want this because I could see how He was reaching out to her, even when she couldn’t see it.

Oddly enough, we’ve yet to see this woman since she invited us to the church.

I prayed for my wife to completely open her heart to Jesus because I know how much doing this has transformed my life for the better and given me clarity about life that I didn’t possess prior; I wanted the same for her.

I wanted her to find salvation through Jesus Christ because I love her with all my heart.

So, next time someone says that prayer doesn’t work and it’s just wishful thinking, tell them about this story.

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Years ago, we were told that the Great Replacement Theory was a white supremacist framing of replacing white Americans with non-whites in America.

However, there is a more overt replacement that is happening: preferring illegal labor over a more costly American labor force.

Ten years ago, most Democrats would have denied that they are advocating for the safe harbor of illegal immigrants in America. They wouldn’t have boasted about how illegal labor is helping their economy grow.

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I was a Democrat at the time and it would have been a major red-flag if a prominent Democrat was behaving as they are today.

Even if they believed it, they would have hid it from the spotlight and vehemently denied it as a right-wing talking point drudged up by Fox News.

But we are in a new era, a Trump era, where the entire political model is to play the opposite game of Trump no matter what. This is layered on top of the Democrats stepping aside from their traditional stance of being aesthetic advocates of the American working class in favor of big business.

This combination, mixed in with their willingness to pal around with open communists, has brought us where we are today, where a California gubernatorial candidate embraces people who aren’t supposed to be here as being the same as the law-abiding residents of America.

Katie Porter, who I call “Cluster B Katie” for all of the obvious pathological reasons, has a linguistic tell within her response to the topic of illegal immigration and working with immigration enforcement.

That tell is that she frames these individuals who broke our immigration laws to stay in this country as being “Californians.”

In other words, there is no difference between the guy born in Sacramento who is an upstanding citizen and the guy who paid cartel members to bring him across the border, to violate every employment and immigration law (if not other laws) to stay in the state.

This is how the replacement happens.

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If there is no difference between the two, then there is truly no difference between an American and any other national around the world. It’s the dissolving of nationhood for profit and political power.

The more people who live in a given area, the more congressional representation that area receives in the census count. By allowing their state to be packed with non-citizens, Democrats gain extra House seats and greater governmental power.

They are turning a blind eye to illegal immigration because they see it as securing their political future.

To be clear, it’s not about white people or colored people; it’s about who is more profitable and politically expansive.

The Democrats in California clearly see illegal immigrants as a driver in their state’s economy; whether that’s true or not is a different story. Illegal immigration, no matter the industry, is overwhelmingly beneficial to the employer, not the employee.

You can pay these people less than what you would normally pay an American, you can get away with having labor without paying employee taxes, and you don’t have to give them health benefits since the state wants to establish an environment where illegal immigrant healthcare is subsidized.

The truth is that Americans are expensive to employ. We have a lot of expectations of treatment, those pesky equal opportunity rules, and a wage expectation that is far superior to the third-world foreigner in desperation.

Labor is always the first area on the chopping block for any business, and they begin by going after the base workforce. The lower the skill, the more replaceable they are with illegal immigrants or machinery.

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However, what’s dangerous about California is that the Democratic Party views this state as the laboratory of Democrat policy experiments. The worst ideas start there first and eventually spread elsewhere.

Unfortunately, Katie Porter isn’t alone in her views because if it were only just her, I wouldn’t be writing any of this.

The problem is that this has become the mainstream stance of the Democratic Party, where immigration status no longer matters, only the base illusion that said person is a “good guy” who wants an opportunity in the land of opportunity.

What I would stress to people is that illegal immigration isn’t just a legal matter; it’s an ethical and safety matter. I’m in the process of filming a documentary talking to family members who had loved ones killed by illegal immigrants driving semi-trucks.

Wrong Speak Films is currently crowdfunding a new documentary, The Illegal Highways, about illegal immigrants in the trucking industry and the victims they leave behind. It’s victim centric concept that hits home how detrimental this situation is for the safety of Americans on the road.

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The commonality between these families is that there is no real justice for them. The drivers either get deported or receive light sentences. Sanctuary laws create legal hurdles, and political district attorneys don’t want to prosecute to the fullest extent to bring justice.

You can’t sell to me that illegal immigration is a victimless crime when I’m sitting across from a widow who lost her husband to an illegal immigrant truck driver who was deported over 16 times.

Illegal immigration creates a two-tier system, one that is incredibly unfair for the people who are following the rules and soft repercussions (if any) for the rule breakers.

It’s important for us all to notice the language being used by the Democratic Party today: “Undocumented” instead of “Illegal.” The need to frame anyone who lays their head in the state of California as being Californians.

They’re married to the belief that illegal labor is necessary and that fostering a hostile environment will be a detriment to their state and their donors. But even more so, they want the expansion of census representation to maintain power throughout Democratic-leaning districts.

We’re not being replaced out of altruism; it’s about greed and power.

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