Friend,
In a few short hours, we'll meet our July fundraising deadline.
Kamala just announced that she raised over $250 million from liberal billionaires, so if we're going to keep our momentum running strong, we must hit our goal by midnight.
I'm going to ask you for $5 to help us get there, but before I do, let me tell you what $5 means to me.
I grew up in the small town of Middletown, Ohio.
Middletown was once an industrial powerhouse, but thanks to the unfair trade deals signed by our "leaders" in DC, the people of Middletown were left behind.
My community's jobs were sent overseas, and what replaced them was addiction and despair.
My mother struggled with addiction for most of my childhood. As she worked through these struggles, the burden of raising me fell solely on my Mamaw.
My Mamaw might've looked like a nice old lady, but she was tough as nails.
She taught me to love the Lord, but when I stepped out of line, she wasn't afraid to give me a kick in the butt.
I grew up with nothing in my Mamaw's small house.
Back then, just as right now, $5 was a lot of money.
$5 is the difference between gas or groceries.
It's the difference between medicine or the powerbill.
$5 is a lot of money, and that's why I know asking you for $5 is a big ask.
So only if you can afford it, can you please chip in $5 before tonight's deadline to help President Trump Make America Great Again? > |
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