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Meritus Party is a political party for the new generation of Politicians, Civilians, and Military personnel. This party's purpose is to protect the integrity of our country and the constitution that developed the freedoms that We The People are privileged to.

We are working on putting a system in place that reports how each politician is voting, so you can easily see what each politician is really up to. Up to the minute reports will be made and detailed explanations about how their votes effect your quality of life, and how it measures up to the constitution.

Many seedy corrupt politicians don't want this to see the light of day, however, We Shall Prevail by any means necessary. Make a donation to help Sheriff clean up DC!

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Living in the Capital of Alaska has taught us many things about what being a community truly means. We learned much about Law Enforcement and how they can benefit from working closely with the community.

The most important thing that was learned in the Capital about Law Enforcement was that people who are wanted can cooperate and upon capture suffer no incidents. There is so much value in just that alone. Think of all the lives we can save by educating Law Enforcement Officers. We are making this a reality– one precinct at a time!

With this town being such a small community, I've learned that you can have profound effects in politics when you just meet these politicians face to face. Most Politicians have no idea what to expect when meeting people. Some might even fear this, however, We are working on changing the ways we communicate with politicians, making them much easier to reach out to.

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Together, we will conquer all there is to do with having a better life for not only ourselves, but also for our future generations to come. We will end corrupt politicians for once and for all, no matter what this takes! Please, support Sheriff's Mission by making a donation.

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I once knew this kid from school in Houston and to me he just seemed like someone doing their thing in class. Well, one day, this kid– He starts talking about the Presidents. Right there in class, we've got a self-proclaimed know–it–all in the building I presumed. My friend Nic was quick to confirm that my senses were indeed keen and that I was onto something. It was at the time that I had just moved back to this particular side of town again and switched schools to the old one I went to before.

Well, this kid just won't shut up about the presidents, and gosh, he can go on and on and on and on and on, just for–e–ver. So, he gets to JFK, and I about have a meltdown of mental anguish, and all I want to do is shut him up by somehow stumping him, maybe by knowing something that he didn't know, instead of trying to know more than him (and boy, did I fail hard). The kid knew everything. Well, like I said, he gets to JFK and I just can't take it anymore, because he's talking about them like they're still alive to this date, and he– freaks– out–.

He flips his lid all because I said, "You do– realize that JFK is dead.... don't you?" He just can't stand it, he ain't takin' that sh*t from NO–ONE. He actually argues back!!!! This arrogant prick is ACTUALLY– ARGUING– BACK!!!! WHAT!?!? YES. He says, and I do quote, "JOHN FITZGERALD JACK KENNEDY IS NOT– DEAD–!" I sit there and say to this little man who's not–quite–yet intrigued my every sense at this point, "Uhm, yeah– he is– All those Presidents you just named, they're all dead. They've all died and gone to heaven, dude. Long time ago, bro." He starts screaming like a mad man gone wild with a handful of crayons and hot–coal. This kid has gone "full–retard" on me.... and then I find out that he's ACTUALLY retarded, and then all the sudden, "things make sense" and I feel like the a**hole, Larry– from the Three Stooges.. it's so fricken hilarious that I can't control myself thinking about it today now that many years have gone by since then.

"Somethin's definitely wrong with his Medulla Oblongata."

As I sit here in tears remembering this kid's lesson he taught me, and half in tears just to know what I know about autistic kids now that I'm grown up, I am just so thankful for the level–of–respect that I know that I should have for any–man in office, which is hard–earned. Here I was, trying to convince someone to believe in a lie. And, why was this a lie? Because those Presidents being deceased only existed in my reality, not his. So, who was I to tell him to stop living in a land where no one had ever died? Who was I to stop this kid from believing whatever he chooses to believe?

I started this whole revolution just because of this kid that I had met in Jr High. He was just misunderstood. What if he ws onto something, I'd always wondered. However, at the time, I walked away in complete shock and disbelief of what I had just saw. I had never experienced an Autistic–Meltdown before. You've got to be careful with this type of personality. They seem quite normal, they blend in just fine. But, then I met my cousin TJ, and this kid showed me a whole new world (as "Disney" as that might sound) to way of Human Life.

TJ taught me how to interact with rare mental–handicaps that inhibit your ability do do normal things, like form a sentence. Instead, TJ can make silly playful hand guesstures to get your attention, make sounds to show he's bored, hand signal when he's in need of something to eat, and he can also carefully form a single word, rarely used, but often used to express something urgent, or excitement for something. In short? He's awesome, I love him very much, and he is my biggest fricken supporter, and I promised him I wouldn't let him down as many times as I could remember to tell him. He has a very special place in my heart, and he is just so cool and fun to be around. And a lot more of us should know how to handle these types of encouters.

Gee, here comes the tears again. All I can think of is how hard the life of someone with mental–handicaps must be. (I've got plenty– I'm thoroughly convinced, and so are most of you). See how I do that? I crack a joke to avoid the pain I'm feeling? I come here alot, you know– to the internet– because I get depressed, really–really depressed. Just riddled with anxiety mixed with shame and guilt. And unfortunately, the only way to make this better for any of us is to fix what's wrong ourselves. We The People have to make better decisions.

We The People deserve to be well–informed, and that's why Meritus Party exists (how emotional this story truly makes me is the reason I've been avoiding finishing this page for so long). With your positivity, support, and encouraging words– I've created fair–news reporting with a hilarious twist. The time has come for a new generation of media hounds to come in and sniff out the Mole in the Fox Hole. A much more honest source that dares to cover Presidential topics effortlessly and truthfully. News that defends what's right, and cultivates a Party that's built on fair reporting that is based on facts on the constitution. A Party that brings the Merit back to this Great Nation. With Trump's help this has gone very far, but with your help, there are no–ends in-sight.

"Oh, I've been nice enough. Jus' fricken donate already." –Lombardo