“Moments ago, at my direction, the United States Central Command executed one of the most powerful bombing raids in the History of the Middle East, and totally obliterated every MILITARY target in Iran’s crown jewel, Kharg Island... Iran has NO ability to defend anything that we want to attack — There is nothing they can do about it!" - President Donald J. Trump 🇺🇸
🚨 TERRIFYING: The US has reportedly intercepted encrypted conversations from the Iranian government meant to trigger "SLEEPER CELLS" across the west, including in the US, per ABC
Thanks to the Democrats, we have NO CLUE how many of these sleeper cells are in the US, and Schumer is STILL keeping DHS shut down.
Democrats are enemies of the people.
🚨 When the gate closes on dozens of powerful animals, trapping them shoulder-to-shoulder within a metal enclosure, panic erupts. It's like watching water boil over. There is nowhere to go but up.
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Gavin Newsom does not want you to see this.
Our team was able to uncover $100 million in fraud in California in one day. But the truth is much darker than that. California is using these federal dollars to rig national elections.
Here’s how:
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An Arizona Department of Public Safety air unit went down last night, killing two heroes on board who were assisting with an officer involved shooting in Northern Arizona.
Please join us in praying for friends and family of these heroes, and for our brave Troopers 🙏🏽
The #FBI is offering a reward of up to $10,000 for information leading to the arrest and conviction of those involved in the disappearance of Besalynn Mary James, a tribal member who was last seen on January 20, 2025, at her residence in Bellingham, Washington, on the Lummi Nation Indian Reservation: https://t.co/GoKPHHe5tB
The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong.
My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage.
But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter.
Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me.
Then, six months later? Gone.
The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one.
"Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on.
"Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee.
"Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick."
"Let them talk."
I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him.
I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital.
He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door.
A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos.
Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled.
From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh.
The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality.
Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs.
I got out of my car. "Dad?"
He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice.
"You weren't supposed to see this."
"You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them."
Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe."
He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand.
"I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time."
"But why the secrecy? Why every six months?"
"Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need."
"And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight.
"Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning."
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Charlotte Fire responds to overturned horse trailer on Brookshire Boulevard
At 8:38 p.m. Friday, Charlotte Fire arrived at the 4600 block of Brookshire Boulevard after a vehicle towing a horse trailer overturned, sending the trailer approximately 25 feet down an embankment.
Three engine companies, one ladder company, a rescue company, and two Urban Search and Rescue (USAR) vehicles responded. Firefighters worked through the night using specialized tools to carefully cut away parts of the overturned trailer and safely extricate the animals inside.
Three veterinarians, along with staff from Charlotte-Mecklenburg Animal Care & Control, were on scene to monitor the horses’ condition and provide immediate care. Their collaboration with Charlotte Fire crews was instrumental in ensuring that every possible measure was taken for the animals’ wellbeing.
Despite those efforts, two horses did not survive the crash. A third horse was successfully freed at 1:11 a.m. and, after walking up the embankment, was placed in an awaiting horse trailer for transport and continued care.
Charlotte Fire crews remained on scene until approximately 2:30 a.m. to provide support and ensure the area was secure. After fire operations concluded, the scene was turned over to the horses’ owners, who plan to bring in their own resources today to recover the remaining animals.
“This was a difficult and emotional scene,” said Charlotte Fire Chief @RegE_TJohnson "Our firefighters, alongside the veterinarians and Animal Care & Control, demonstrated tremendous care, professionalism, and compassion throughout the night. Their teamwork reflects the very best of what it means to serve this community.”
The cause of the incident is under investigation by Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department.