Remember Aner Shapira. 🕯️
He was only 22 when dozens of terrified people crowded into a roadside shelter as Hamas attacked Nova.
When grenades were thrown inside, Aner stood at the entrance and hurled seven of them back with his bare hands.
He knew what it could cost him, and he stayed.
Because of Aner, others made it home.
Aner never did.
That is what a hero looks like.
Omg. Jerry Seinfeld is a LEGEND.
“Pro-Palestine” nut jobs interrupted his show, take a listen to his response. I can’t stop laughing.
“You just gave money to a Jew. That cannot be a good plan for you”
H/t @HuntersOfNazis
This lad playing bagpipes over the Muslim call to prayer is exactly how you preserve your culture.
Stand unapologetically for your own heritage.
Never allow Islam to erase generations of your history and identity.
Irish men started patrolling the streets of Dublin every night to keep Irish women and children safe from foreign invaders 🇮🇪
Do you support these men?
@RealJamesWoods This is now Generational and will only start to be fixed when the Democrat Party, their Democrat Socialist Black Shirt Splinter, Public Employee Unions and all Rinos are completely marginalized and powerless. A Reckoning is coming...
In July 2013, Emily Kraus and her boyfriend were driving to a Dave Matthews concert in Pennsylvania when they spotted a cyclist stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire.
At first, they drove past.
Then Emily decided to turn around and help.
The cyclist had gone out for a pre concert bike ride before his show at Hersheypark Stadium. His rear tire had gone flat, and he had no cellphone with him to call for help.
So Emily and her boyfriend loaded his bicycle onto their car and offered the stranger a ride.
Then came the unbelievable realization.
The stranded cyclist was Dave Matthews.
The very man they were driving to see perform that night.
Matthews thanked them in a way they never expected. The couple were invited backstage for dinner, given front row seats, and met him again before the show.
Later, Dave even told the crowd about his bicycle adventure and mentioned Emily and her boyfriend by name from the stage.
They had simply turned their car around to help a stranger with a flat tire.
That stranger turned out to be the reason they were on the road in the first place.
The Marine Corps is aware of the disturbing statements made by William Upham, who was medically discharged on May 30, 2025. The comments made by Upham are a direct violation of the oath he swore to uphold and are not in keeping with the service's values.
Italy 🇮🇹:
An aggressive, threatening immigrant blocks the traffic.
An Italian steps in to clear the road. Too bad for the immigrant, it’s Giuseppe Barboni, Italian Master Champion in the 100kg category, both Freestyle and Greco-Roman wrestling.
Shame kept me from saying anything earlier in memoriam to Sen. Lindsey Graham, who was a truer friend to Jews & Israel than we may ever see in Congress again.
I was a hard-left liberal for most of my life. I used to despise Lindsey Graham. I thought he was a hateful bigot. I mocked him and posted ugly rumors about him on social media.
The Democratic party's abandonment of women's rights and embrace of antisemitism has since turned me into a slightly-left-of-center moderate. When I saw friends posting gleeful comments about Graham's death on Facebook today, I was disgusted, but I also knew that if he had died 6 or 7 years ago, I probably would have done the same.
The truth is, he was never a bigot, but I was. I hated any politician on the right because Hollywood and the media told me they were all racists, homophobes and misogynists. I didn't examine their beliefs, or mine, beyond that.
It took me too long to grow up. I didn't love Lindsay Graham's decision to change course and back Trump, but he was nevertheless a man of integrity who stood by Jews even when it wasn't popular to do so, and who fought for the US' alliance with Israel even when it cost him. May his memory be a blessing.
A mother saw a gun pointed at her son… and without hesitation, she stepped in front of it.
That mother was Jean Gragg.
According to investigators, the 40-year-old was at home when an 18-year-old, John Ford, arrived after arranging to buy a watch from her son through Facebook Marketplace.
Police say the meeting quickly turned into an armed robbery.
Authorities allege Ford pulled out a gun and demanded the watch.
Jean did what so many mothers would do.
She stepped between the gun and her son.
She put herself in harm’s way to protect her child.
Investigators say she chased the suspect off the property, but surveillance video allegedly shows him turning back and firing multiple shots as she ran toward the house. One of those bullets struck Jean in the head.
She fought for her life, but tragically passed away on Saturday.
John Ford has since been charged with murder.
No parent should lose their life trying to save their child over a Facebook Marketplace transaction.
Jean Gragg made the ultimate sacrifice for her son.
She gave birth to her son, and sacrificed her life to save his….thats motherhood❤️🩹
Justice for Jean Gragg‼️
I was born in 1961 when we still had free speech, so:
I still say FAT.
I still say RETARDED.
I still say MIDGET.
I still say STEWARDESS.
I still say LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I still say ILLEGAL ALIEN.
I still say CRIPPLE.
I still say DEAF.
I still say HOMELESS.
I still say CRAZY.
I still say INSANE.
I still say ORIENTAL.
I still say BLACKLIST.
I still say COLORED PEOPLE.
I still say MOTHER.
I still say MAN and WOMAN.
I still say MERRY CHRISTMAS.
I still say BLIND.
I still say HANDICAPPED.
I still say “INDIAN” instead of Native American.
I still say “GOOD MORNING” and never “buenos dias.”
I still know TRANS WOMEN ARE MEN.
I still know evil is evil, no matter what skin it wears or how OPPRESSED it was.
So go ahead and call me whatever new name you just invented.
I was here first, and I’m not changing.
Who's with me on that?
No siema, chciałem tylko poinformować, że dziś poprzez sakrament spowiedzi wróciłem, po 18 latach, do Kościoła Katolickiego.
Taka sytuacja.
Miłego wszystkiego i trochę pozdrawiam.
My neighbor, Ed, was ninety one. Lived alone. Had a cat named Mr. Buttons.
Ed died three weeks ago. Heart attack. Quiet. Quick.
I didn't know him well. We'd wave. Small talk about the weather. That's it.
Two days after he died, there's a knock on my door.
It's Ed's daughter. I'd never met her.
Ed's daughter: Hi. I'm Rachel. Ed's daughter.
Me: Oh. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Rachel: Thank you. I'm here about the cat.
Me: The cat?
Rachel: Mr. Buttons. My dad left instructions. He wanted you to take him.
Me: What?
Rachel: He left a note. Said you were the only person on the street who didn't hate the cat.
Me: I don't even know the cat.
Rachel: Apparently you fed him once.
I tried to remember. Then it clicked.
Six months ago, Ed was out of town. He asked if I'd feed Mr. Buttons for two days. I said yes. I fed the cat. That was it.
Me: I fed him one time.
Rachel: Well, he left the cat to you.
Me: I don't want a cat.
Rachel: Neither do I. I'm allergic.
Me: So take him to a shelter.
Rachel: He's eighteen years old. No one's going to adopt him.
Me: That's not my problem.
Rachel: Please. I'll pay for his food. I just need someone to take him.
My wife appeared behind me.
My wife: We'll take him.
Me: What?
My wife: We'll take the cat.
Rachel looked relieved.
Rachel: Really?
My wife: Yes. Bring him over.
Rachel left. I turned to my wife.
Me: We're not cat people.
My wife: Ed left you his cat. We're taking the cat.
Me: I don't want a cat.
My wife: Too bad.
An hour later, Rachel showed up with Mr. Buttons. He's the ugliest cat I've ever seen. One eye. Half a tail. Looks like he lost a fight with a lawnmower.
Rachel: He's very sweet.
She handed me a carrier and left.
I put the carrier in the living room and opened it.
Mr. Buttons walked out, looked at me, and hissed.
Me: Great.
For three days, the cat hid under the couch. Wouldn't eat. Wouldn't come out.
My wife: Maybe he's grieving.
Me: He's a cat.
My wife: Cats grieve.
On day four, I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and Mr. Buttons jumps up next to me.
Just sits there.
I didn't move.
He curled up and fell asleep.
Now he follows me everywhere. Kitchen. Garage. Bathroom.
My wife thinks it's hilarious.
My wife: He loves you.
Me: I don't love him.
My wife: Yes you do.
Last week I took him to the vet. Spent $300 on bloodwork.
The vet said he's in good shape for eighteen.
I told my wife.
My wife: See? He's going to be around for a while.
Me: That's not comforting.
Yesterday I caught myself talking to him.
Me: You want dinner?
Mr. Buttons meowed.
Me: Yeah, me too.
My wife walked in.
My wife: Are you talking to the cat?
Me: No.
She smiled.
I'm a cat person now.
I hate it.