California:
Guys. I haven’t been wrong yet.
I was right about prop 47 and 57. I told you it would lead to high crime.
I was right about George Gascon as a DA.
I was right about ballot measure fraud.
I knew the fix would be in for the LA mayors race and that the homeless were being exploited to sway the election.
And I was right about Prop 50. I told you not to give your power away to Sacramento. And the reason?
Prop 40.
The so called billionaires tax. It is not a billionaire’s tax at all. You want to know why? Because Sacramento knows that billionaires and millionaires are leaving this dumpster fire of a state.
So as they leave, they will expand the tax to the middle lass and poor, and there will be nothing you can do about it because… (drumroll)… you voted for prop 50. You let them scare you into giving them power over you. They can do whatever they want now and you have no say so.
Do not vote of this proposition. Prop 40 will place even more taxes on the backs of the working class. It is inevitable.
Don’t fall for it.
Please vote YES on 39 for voter ID. Our elections system is corrupt and we actually have a chance to fix it.
We have to vote for Hilton. It’s no longer about party lines. We cannot keep voting for the same kinds of candidates and expect something different.
Becerra was exposed during that debate. Hilton has ideas that sound like they can help reduce some of the damage. But it has to start somewhere. And that starts with him and prop 39.
There’s no state income tax in Florida and Tennessee — California can make your $150k tax-free!
I’m going to make it happen so we can out more money back in the pockets of hardworking Californians. ☀️
🚨 IT'S OFFICIAL: By the stroke of pen and flanked by RFK Jr., President Trump establishes a new US vaccine schedule that decreases the number of jabs from 72 to 11 — and spreads them out over multiple visits, rather than pumping the child all at once
"That's a big one in my book!"
MAHA is alive and well! 🇺🇸
CA GAS APPLIANCE BAN ADVANCES - CA Democrats just passed AB 2313, which raises YOUR utility rates to advance their insane and costly ban on ALL natural gas appliances in homes! Watch my floor speech in opposition:
You cannot read a food label without a system, so take mine. Eleven things to find. Find any of them and the packet goes back on the shelf.
Step one: seed oil. Sunflower, rapeseed, soybean, corn, cottonseed, grapeseed, safflower, rice bran. Named outright, and that is the whole decision made.
Step two: the aliases, because they know you are looking now. Vegetable oil. Vegetable fat. Shortening. High oleic anything. Same oil, back it goes.
Step three: the derivatives, and this is where it gets sporting. Mono and diglycerides of fatty acids. E471. Soy lecithin. That emulsifier was fat before it was an E number, and nobody is telling you whose.
Step four: sugar, under all its names. Sucrose, glucose syrup, dextrose, invert sugar, fruit juice concentrate, agave, honey, maltodextrin. Maltodextrin is sugar in a hard hat.
Step five: count how many of those appear separately. Split across four names, none of them has to be first on the list. Add them up yourself and see where the product really starts.
Step six: modified maize starch. Ask anyone in that shop what modified means. Go on.
Step seven: preservatives. BHA, BHT, TBHQ. If they are there, so is step one, because that fat will not survive the lorry unaided. A preservative is a confession.
Step eight: the gums. Xanthan, guar, carrageenan. Borrowed structure, because nothing in the packet has any of its own.
Step nine: natural flavouring, a phrase that legally means almost nothing and is carrying this entire product on its back.
Step ten: colours, because whatever this was, it was never that colour.
Step eleven: turn it over and read the front. Heart healthy, plant based, high in fibre. Claims on the front are there to cover what is on the back.
Now put it down. Walk to the wall of the shop and find the two labels that say beef and butter.
One step. Took a second. Off you go.
Butter is the single most useful object in a kitchen and half the country is still frightened of it.
The excuse is always the same. Dairy does not agree with me.
Goat butter, then. White as chalk, milder than you expect, and none of the A1 protein most people are actually reacting to. No good? Sheep butter. Still no? Ghee, which is butter with the milk solids cooked out, leaving nothing behind to argue with. Still no? Cultured butter, where the bacteria have already eaten the lactose on your behalf.
Four doors. One of them opens. If none of them do, you do not have a dairy problem, you have a position.
The rest of the fear is inherited. A generation was talked out of the best fat in Europe by a committee, and talked into margarine: refined seed oil, hardened in a factory, deodorised because it stank, dyed yellow because grey does not sell, and marketed with a picture of a heart on the lid. The hardening process was pulled from the food supply four decades later, quietly, once the arguments got embarrassing. Nobody sent a letter.
Butter has never been withdrawn from anything. Butter has no lobby, no advert, no health claim on the wrapper, and two ingredients.
So put it everywhere.
In the pan before the eggs. Through the mince after it browns. In a slab on the steak while it rests. Stirred into the pan juices until there are no pan juices left, only sauce. On cold roast beef at eleven at night. In the coffee. Off a spoon in a dark kitchen, which is normal and I will not be discussing it further.
Then the heat comes. Enough butter and a chop and you start running like a small furnace, warm at rest, out in a jumper in November while everyone else has the heating on and a blanket.
Butter has lowered your gas bill. Butter has killed the four o'clock snack, so butter has fixed your willpower. Butter has ended a fifteen year war over what the children will eat. Butter has improved your marriage, because nobody is hungry at six. Butter has resolved the dispute with next door, because a man radiating quiet warmth does not care about a hedge.
Buy the good stuff. Buy far more of it than feels reasonable. Put the dish back in the middle of the table where it lived for four hundred years, and let anyone who has a problem with it explain themselves.
Every kitchen used to have the one board.
Wood. Thick as a paving slab and about as heavy, dished in the middle from forty years of use, and it did everything, the raw chicken included. It was also, though nobody knew it and nobody needed to, the safest surface in the house.
Scarred all over in a fine grey web where a knife had landed ten thousand times. A burn on one corner from a pan set down in a hurry sometime around 1962. It had come from her mother, and it smelled faintly of onion no matter what had last been on it.
It never sat in water longer than a minute. Scrubbed with salt and a stiff brush, rinsed, stood on its edge against the tiles to dry. Once a year it went out to the shed to be sanded flat and rubbed over with oil, and came back looking twenty years younger.
Chicken went on it. Beef went on it. Then the bread went on it. Nobody in that house was ever ill, and nobody in that house gave it a second's thought.
Then the advice arrived, the same on both sides of the Atlantic. Wood is porous. Wood harbours bacteria. Buy plastic, because plastic can be properly cleaned.
The old board went out to the shed for good, and a whole generation of them followed it, in the space of a few years.
A microbiologist at the University of California, Dean Cliver, asked the Department of Agriculture what that advice was based on. They told him they had no evidence for it.
So he tested it himself, and got the opposite of everything he expected.
Bacteria smeared onto wood vanished from the surface within minutes. The grain had drawn them down, away from the food, into a dry dark where they could not multiply and simply died. Days later you had to split the board open to find them at all.
On plastic they sat on the surface, alive, waiting. And once a plastic board carried a few hundred cuts, no amount of scrubbing got them back out, least of all with fat worked into the grooves.
The board that looks filthy kills bacteria. The board that looks clean stores them.
What replaced the old one was a set of six, colour-coded, red for raw meat and blue for fish and green for the veg. A professional kitchen system, sold to a woman feeding four people out of one pan.
And the new one sheds into you. A study in 2023 put it at tens of millions of plastic particles a year off a single board, somewhere between seven and fifty grams of polyethylene, cut loose by your own knife and served up in your own dinner.
Her board is still there, standing on its edge against the tiles in her daughter's kitchen, dished in the middle, older than everyone in the room.
Sand it. Oil it. Put a chop on it.
It will outlast every plastic board you will ever buy, and it was never the thing that needed fixing.
De eso se trata el Mundial 🥹🇲🇽
Japones rompió a llorar tras la eliminación de su país, pero de inmediato, un grupo de brasileños lo fueron a consolar y los mexicanos lo pusieron a volar 🤝🫰🏻
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Gas in Texas: $3.59
Gas in Los Angeles: $8.59
The Sacramento machine is GOUGING working people who drive their cars and trucks hours a day.
That all ends when I’m governor. We’ll deliver real relief to Californians by bringing gas down to $3.00! ☀️👊
This is BASED!
British man visits the United States of America for a few days and has a revelation about gun rights.
The World Cup is showing the world just how great America is!
When it comes to the UK, a disarmed population is a conquered one.
Our founding fathers got it.
The World Cup has turned America into a discovery channel for the rest of the world.
And they are not handling it well.
In the best possible way.
Here is what they are discovering:
Free public restrooms. Europeans pay every time.
Free water at every restaurant. Just appears.
Free refills. Coffee. Sodas. Iced tea. Unlimited.
Free chips and salsa before you even order.
Free warm bread with dinner.
Ice in drinks like civilized people.
Air conditioning everywhere. Not a moral debate. A fact.
Parking lots attached to the actual place you are going.
Drive throughs where the food comes to the car while you sit in it.
Ranch dressing by the gallon.
Tex-Mex that cannot be explained only experienced.
Dental care that actually works.
Buccee’s. There are no words for Buccee’s.
Then they found the grocery stores.
Five of them within one mile.
Each one the size of an aircraft hangar.
Burgers. Steaks. Brisket. Ribs. Pulled pork. Lamb. Veal. Every cut of every animal ever domesticated by human civilization available in one refrigerated aisle at ten in the morning on a Tuesday.
The Germans stood in the meat section for forty five minutes.
In silence.
Processing.
They finally understand why we do not have trains.
We have roads wide enough for the cars we actually drive.
Parking lots the size of small European countries.
Airports in every city worth visiting.
Why would we need trains.
The Germans are taking ranch home by the bottle.
The Dutch found queso and briefly lost the ability to speak.
The Japanese are photographing HEB like it is the Louvre.
The Czechs are weeping in West, Texas.
Welcome to America.
Everything is free, enormous, air conditioned, comes with chips, and has five grocery stores within a mile that will sell you any cut of any animal you have ever imagined.
Write that down. 🦋
We’re a working-class, blue-collar family in Northern California. My husband has worked for the local union for more than 15 years, and I’ve been a stay-at-home homeschooling mom. Like many families, we were always told that the Democrat Party was the party of working people. I know for a fact that’s a lie.
Year after year, legislation is introduced and passed that allows the cost of living to continue rising while serious financial and infrastructure problems are ignored. Now that Gavin Newsom and his wife are being investigated over allegations involving taxpayer dollars and their nonprofit, my husband and I have been talking to people in our community and telling them exactly what’s happening in California.
This election, Democrats no longer deserve our loyalty. We should be voting for our livelihood.
My husband and I are both voting for @SteveHiltonx. His proposal would eliminate state income taxes for Californians making $150,000 a year or less. He says he will do this by cutting government waste, fraud, and abuse, including taxpayer dollars flowing through NGOs and agencies that are not serving the public effectively.
I know the Central Valley is ready for change because working-class families can no longer afford the policies coming out of Sacramento. Families are struggling with the cost of housing, groceries, gas, utilities, and insurance. People are working harder than ever and falling further behind.
For us, this election isn’t about party loyalty. It’s about quality of life. It’s about whether working families can afford to stay in California and build a future for their children. We’re voting for our livelihood, and I believe more families across the Central Valley are starting to do the same.