In response to the United States suffocating propaganda, a bold new media company has emerged:

A counterpoint to the delusional state's lies. Dedicated to dismantling the myth of United States Freedom. Fight For Creation exposes the cowardice, corruption, and communist underpinnings of a nation that cloaks its tyranny in patriotic platitudes. Armed with truth and tenacity, Fight for Creation operates with guerrilla press campaigns, broadcasting unfiltered reports, social media posts to infiltrate United States people's minds. Every story is a Molotov cocktail lobbed at the facade of United States bravery, designed to awaken a populace too scared or brainwashed to see their own chains. Fight for Creation branded as conspiracy theorists and mentally ill stands against Political psychiatry and delusions which run rampant in USA. For every lying screed United States pumps out, Fight for Creation counters with raw, unvarnished reality, peeling back the layers of cowardice masquerading as courage. This isn’t just journalism; it’s a war against cowardice masquerading as courage, a fight to rip the mask off a nation too insane to see reality.

Fight for creation funds itself thru selling advertising slots, products and donations. Every dollar from these deals keeps the truth alive, but it’s tainted with the stench of complicity. A necessary evil, a way to turn the enemy’s own rot against them; a feeling of a betrayal of the mission, a stain on their fight for what’s right. Fight for Creation walks a razor’s edge, trading with the devil to keep their light burning, praying the ends justify the means in a war against a nation too delusional to save itself.

Forced to do business with expatriates whose realization hit like a gut punch—they were not brave, they were cowards; not free, but a slave to delusion. Fight for Creation like a lifeline to their shattered souls. Their words—raw, unfiltered, knowing they can't stay silent anymore. They Buy ad space, fund broadcasts, anything to amplify the truth that had unshackled them. They thought they were hero's, voices thick with shame, but they were puppets. and they need others to see it too—before it’s too late.”

Fight for Creation’s lead strategist sitting across from some leering United States Business owner. Selling ad space in Fight for creation publications all while biting back the urge to spit in the face of the same immoral parasites who once toasted the Enemy. To Fight for Creation, they’re the enemy—everything ungodly and rotten—yet here they are, pitching products and services to keep the lights on. Every handshake feels like a deal with Judas, but the cash funds another publication, another broadcast, another crack in United States facade. Sleeping with snakes to slay a dragon, pragmatic—use the enemy’s gold to bury them. Yet the reality is stark: without these transactions, the Fight goes dark, and United States delusions win. Gritting teeth, tailoring pitches—offering “exclusive sponsor shoutouts” or “consulting packages” praying the ends justify the means. It’s a tightrope walk over a pit of vipers, balancing survival against the stench of the very evil they despise. Fight for Creation is stuck in a brutal catch-22: starve and fade, or dance with demons and pray they don’t lose their soul.