The most appropriate place to start, is why were Americans there (Washington D.C) in the first place. It’s the conversation always avoided, the Left avoids it and focuses on an alleged “Insurrection” which apparently had no starting point. It wasn’t a quote from President Trump, which is always edited out of its full context. The J6 Committee never mentions Pres. Trumps Tweet “I am asking for everyone at the U.S Capitol to remain peaceful. No violence! Remember, We are the Party of Law & Order - respect the Law and our great men and women in Blue. Thank you!” (474.2k Likes, 164.1K Retweets, source: https://www.npr.org/sections/congress-electoral-college-tally-live-updates/2021/01/06/954190994/twitter-locks-trumps-account-warns-of-permanent-suspension-if-violations-continu)
The Right avoids this conversation as well, content creators don’t dare bring it up for fear of losing monetization on their platforms, Americans avoid it for fear of waking up to the Federal Bureau of Investigation kicking down their door and hauling them off as a Domestic Terrorist. What is this black plaque conversation, it was Patriots demand that Vice President Mike Pence decertify fraudulent numbers in a process not approved by State Legislatures, simply put - Uphold his Oath of Office. January 6th 2021 existed because our U.S Government colluded with a vast web of enemies foreign and domestic to steel an election and remove the voice and vote of Americans and install a new regime. That is the start of J6.
I am not going to go into the nuance of word play the Main Stream Media used in Trumps words. Nor do I want to spend time explaining all the evidence uncovered by great citizen journalist like Patriot David Sumrall (https://stophate.com), that will be another day. Right now, I want to share my thoughts about a day with two different perspectives and only one set of facts.
I should add, I was not in Washington D.C on January 6th, 2021, but I wish I was. I was over 2,500 miles away at home in Southern California watching on my television with my newborn daughter. I watched a heartfelt speech from my President who was echoing the thoughts of millions of Americans as we all watched our nation being stolen from us in real time. As I looked down at the tiny life in my arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to ensure she grew up in an America with the same freedoms I did and more.
I scrolled through social media on my phone and watched the beautiful pictures of American Patriots in D.C wearing so much Red, White and Blue. Countless images of Old Glory being waved in the air with historic monuments dressing the background. Smiles, hugs and echo’s of groups singing as they walked about the nations capitol. Then the images and videos on social media shifted, highlights of screaming, flash bangs, Americans pleading with D.C Police to intervene with provocateurs only to be ignored. It was obvious to me what was unfolding, an orchestrated operation to undermine the peoples voice, destroy President Trump and set the foundation to destroy the constitution of the United States of America.
Nine days later, January 15, 2021 in the dark hours of the morning the FBI would flash bang my home on my sons birthday. Order me and my family out of our home while the FBI SWAT Team focused their guns on us amidst armored vehicles and a drone in the sky. What warranted this assault on a decorated combat veteran, decorated law enforcement officer, recipient of the Medal of Valor; “Tweets.” This would be the beginning of my fight against the U.S government for my freedom. A few days later, on inauguration day, I would be arrested by the FBI while at work. The government would place a quarter of a million dollar bail against me and then throw me into solitary confinement. My J6 story has an overwhelming amount of facts, FBI coverups, destroyed evidence, fabrications and would need a book to cover it all, so that’s also for another day.
What I do want to cover is the moment I stepped into the solitary confinement cell. I had just been ordered to undress completely naked in front of my former Blue Line Family and given an orange jumpsuit with the words “RIV CO Inmate” to dress myself with. In a sudden moment, I undressed myself of freedom and dressed into a political prisoner. The Guard, “Step Forward” and I complied as I heard the weight of a metal door slam shut behind me. I stood for a moment, looking at my surroundings, a concrete bed raised from the floor and attached to the wall, a combination stainless steel toilet and water faucet in the corner and a single shelf next to it. A single LED light illuminated the cell enough to see two books on the shelf, one book about WW2 and a smaller book titled “23 minutes in Hell” by Bill Wiese.
I sat down on the concrete bed, my thighs bearing the weight of my elbows and upper body, well my hands covered my face. With my eyes closed, I remember thinking about my newborn daughter and how she would handle my absence for the first time. Would she wonder where is daddy, would it keep her awake, would it cause her anxiety not seeing my face or hearing my voice. It broke my heart. I felt the weight of the yoke I was now tasked to carry. Would I submit to tyranny or would I fight for freedom. I got on my knees and I prayed for strength and peace, God answered.
I would not take the path less traveled, I would take the uncharted path directly towards the beast that was persecuting me and so many others. I would carrying this yoke knowing the American people would standby me, but would they. Unfortunately, not in the magnitude I hoped for. I would be brought to my knees again as I watched J6 prisoner after j6 prisoner tortured, deprived of constitutional rights and some would even take their own life. I would learn the name Matthew Perna, a man who was abandoned by his country and ended his life for a “Broken Heart.” This is the emotion I feel more often then not, a broken heart, betrayal and loneliness. I have been lucky enough to have just enough support behind me to keep me moving forward, but I thought the support would be overwhelming and that it has not.
If I am to shed unfiltered thoughts, the truth is I am extremely disappointed in my countries people, my politicians, my military, my law enforcement family and the American Spirit. Today (1/6/2023), the honest truth is the world didn’t stop for us, it didn’t even slow, life carried on. I saw J6 as something far larger then me, it poured fear into Patriots hearts, not courage. It made Patriots censor themselves, not speak louder. It exposed that the American people are not the same courageous, strong and unwavering patriots that built this nation. It exposed our dependency for a convenient life with the permission of our government. These words are hard for me to type, but they must be read by you. Tonight, we will rest our heads on our pillows, kiss our children goodnight and fall asleep next to our loved ones and at the same time, American J6ers who stood against tyranny will sleep alone and abandoned by their nation, almost forgotten.
Some Americans made mistakes and committed misdemeanor crimes and each must answer for those actions-but they have already far exceeded the punishments for their alleged crimes. Worst is the engineers of that day remain free and are still operating nefariously in our government.
So why do I continue to carrying this yoke knowing its price, because I love this country, I love my family, I love those who have paid for this country with their life (Officer Jermaine Gibson) and I know the world needs America to be the beacon it once was. I know Gods plan is flawless even when it requires pain. I know God chooses imperfect people to show the perfection of his work. I have to believe that the sacrifice of my freedom if taken from me, that pain my little daughter will feel when I am stripped from her life; will light the fire of patriotism and courage that lays dormant in you. That the metaphoric blood being shed by Patriots like Jesus Rivera (https://twitter.com/Abrown_American) and Jeremy Brown and eventually me, will not just soil the ground of tyranny, but raise the flag of freedom one more time.
I challenge every American who finds these words in front of them to ask, will I let other men fight my fight, will I let someone else sacrifice for my family, will I let someone else be persecuted for my freedom or will I stand.
The wick of a candle is not one solid strand, it’s a bundle of tightly braided cords that all together give it the strength to carry fire, hold it steady, upright and long enough to burn for its purpose. We the American people need to again be woven back tightly together like the wick of a candle and serve our purpose for our nation and this world.
So today January 6th is not the stain of an insurrection, it’s the remembrance of Americans of all kinds, white collar, blue collar, politicians, veterans, poor, wealthy, men and women alike who took a cynical plot by a deep state shadow government to undermine our country and turned it into the sacrifice that will reignite American spirit.
The constitution our forefathers risked their life to sign and which became the bedrock of our country, gives us all the legal and powerful answers to rescue our country. Freedom is not won by those who have nothing to lose fighting; freedom is won by those who have everything to lose and still fight.
God Bless and Semper Fi,
Alfredo “ALPHA” Luna
My First Substack and more to come..
With my husband sitting in DCGulag/DCGitmo for over 667 days. Reading your story, has me in complete tears for you and your family because I know how hard it is for my family but you have it harder as your kids are smaller than mine. Our youngest son just left from holiday block leave to go back to start his AIT in the ARMY. I am waiting for our daughter to follow in their footsteps when she finishes school. Thank you for your service, Sir! Ange Harrelson
Damn...that made me cry. I appreciate you sharing your story. My family, including my daughter has served & some still serving in the Air Force & Air Natl Guard. May God continue to bless you & your family.