Before she was “Erika Wulff Jones,” she was just Erika Wulff. She grew up in Texas, a cheerleader type with a megawatt smile. She modeled for brands, looking like she belonged on a beach in Malibu, not at a protest for sovereign citizens.
Her Instagram used to be filled with sunshine, fashion, and her kids. Now? It’s mostly family photos and the occasional “pray for my husband” post. It’s a wild shift from runway to rants about the global elite.
Fun fact: She’s a damn good cook. Alex has bragged on air about her homemade chili. Nothing says “I love you” like a pot of beans and ground beef, even if he’s railing against the lizard people on the same day.
