Every step has meaning.
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier has been guarded continuously, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, through every season and every storm since 1937.
My God, @tomfriedman openly admits he is “torn” about who he is rooting for in war with Iran. When your moral compass is so broken that you’re not sure you want Iran to lose so a politician you don’t like doesn’t win, it’s time to hang up your keyboard. TDS is real.
Democrat Texas Senate Nominee James Talarico: “I have met so many Hindus, Buddhists, Sikh, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Agnostics who are more Christ-like than some of the Christians I served with in the Texas legislature.”
All he does is insult Christians.
Jasmine Crockett’s fire hose of radicalism is a daily workout. But on her worst day, she is not nearly as offensive as the blasphemies of Woke Opie (h/t @DallasXCEO ) and his daily fits of Biblical illiteracy and false smears against believers.
Jews don’t eat bacon, but we don’t lobby to stop others from eating bacon.
Mormons don’t drink coffee, but they don’t try to ban coffee for others.
The Amish don’t use electricity, but they don’t try to shut down power plants.
Islamism—as distinct from Islam—is a political agenda to force everyone to conform to sharia law.
We must resist the Islamists.
Adam Schiff: Renee Nicole Good was just an everyday mom who wasn’t involved in protesting and happened to find herself "in the wrong place at the wrong time."
New York Post: Good was an "ICE Watch" "warrior" who trained to resist feds.
No one is going to outdo Schiff on lies and distortions.
No one.
1987: SMU gets death penalty for paying players $61,000
2026: Texas Tech pays QB $5 million to transfer
It feels like we may have over-corrected a bit... 🤷♂️
Salí de Venezuela hace 7 años ya, porque me pusieron una pistola en la cabeza a plena luz del día. 19 años tenía. Iba caminando a la universidad.
Me costó entender que eso pasó básicamente porque no había consecuencias para los criminales reales, como suele ser en las dictaduras.
Me fui aterrada y sin ganas de volver. Estaba chica y me costaba separar lo que es el gobierno vs. lo que es la patria.
Afuera lo entendí. Y me dolió muchísimo darme cuenta que amaba mi país más que a nada y que el recelo venía de que nunca quise ser una exiliada. Qué sensación tan fea lo que es el despojo y más cuando ni siquiera has terminado de formar tu identidad.
Por fortuna y bendición, migré a un país que amé profundamente desde el momento en que llegué. Me acogió, me permitió crecer, lo hice mi casa y lo sigo amando. Amo su cultura, sus costumbres y sobre todo a su gente.
Pude crecer, recorrer distintas tierras, sanar y ser feliz en ese proceso. País que visito, país del que me recorro al menos tres ciudades como queriendo entender cómo funciona desde adentro. Me voló la cabeza conocer formas de pensar tan diferentes e interesantes. Ese intercambio constante me recordaba lo que somos en Venezuela y lo que no. Nos empecé a recordar con cariño y con nostalgia.
Ya cuando sané y quise volver de visita, era demasiado tarde.
Para bien o para mal, tengo nacionalidad española y venezolana. La española me permitió moverme libremente por el globo, con la excepción de que si llegaba a pisar venezuela no podía salir.
Podía visitar cualquier país, excepto el mío. Y si lo visitaba, no podía salir, a no ser que tuviera ese pasaporte venezolano que me era imposible de conseguir por distintos motivos claramente relacionados a la dictadura.
Cuento esto como un marco para decir que la intervención de hoy, de este 3 de Enero de 2026, no la celebro a la ligera. Cuando crecí no soñaba con que USA bombardeara a mi país, te lo juro.
Pero tampoco nadie te prepara para lo que es ver a una tanqueta militar aplastando los huesos de estudiantes que solo exigían derechos humanos, poder comprar comida o tener libertad.
Nadie te prepara para estar semanas sin electricidad en un país que es ridículamente rico. Nadie te prepara para lo que es llegar con una emergencia a un hospital y ver cómo se te muere un familiar en los brazos porque no hay insumos. Nadie te prepara para lo que es tener amigos presos en el centro de tortura más grande del continente, y que ese centro de tortura casualmente esté en tu país.
Una dictadura es una dictadura. Y las salidas pacificas son una utopía.
Lo intentamos todo: votar, alzar la voz, pedir ayuda, protestar, irnos, quedarnos y hasta morir por nuestra tierra.
Nada funcionó. Y la represión no solo siguió sino que tomó fuerzas. En algún punto se sintió invencible (en psicología le decimos “Indefensión aprendida”). Por eso estamos tan contentos hoy. No creemos que lo que vengan sean rosas, pero sí nos devuelve algo de esperanzas.
No tienen que venir a preocuparse por nuestro petróleo, sabemos que tenemos las reservas más grandes del planeta. Rusa y China también lo saben bien, porque nos lo han robado en las últimas dos décadas y ahí si no hemos visto a nadie diciendo nada.
Todavía nos queda mucho. Y seré cruda con esto: tampoco somos libres (aún). Pero por primera vez en 26 años está ocurriendo algo histórico en nuestro país.
Si no eres venezolano, déjanos celebrar un poquito esta sensación de alivio y de esperanza que habíamos perdido.
Si eres venezolano y estás en Venezuela, por favor cuídate mucho. Nos necesitamos a todos a salvo.
Si eres venezolano y estás fuera, te entiendo. Te abrazo fuerte y te pido nos eduquemos sobre lo que pasa para explicarlo bien. Hará falta darle visibilidad a esto para que no se tergiverse nuestra historia.
Ya la historia no es solo el pasado, sino lo que está ocurriendo hoy. Y por eso cuento la mía.
These people were ridiculous 44 years ago, and they are ridiculous today. We should always wisely balance our energy needs with environmental concern. But the panic cult of environmental extremism remains a fraud.
“Charlie, right now, is in heaven. Not because he was a great husband & father…. Not because he sacrificed himself for his Savior. Charlie Kirk is in heaven, because his Savior sacrificed himself for Charlie Kirk” 🔥
- Apologist/Mentor Dr. Frank Turek
Charlie Kirk was what everyone wanted their son to grow up to be like - a loving father, a devoted husband, and a strong leader who fought for what mattered. He was an example to a generation of young people of what the Christian ideal was - loving, caring, and devoted to Christ.
His death is a senseless tragedy and leaves a gaping hole in our country. I will miss my friend, but know he is with our lord and Savior right now and being told, “Well done, my good and faithful servant."
We will remember those of you who spoke up.
We will remember those of you who remained silent.
Thank you to those of you who have used your platforms to ensure the voices of the hostages are heard.
To those of you who have not, it's not too late.
Wanted to share some additional thoughts about the tragedy at Hazelwood East High School, where a child's head was beaten into concrete during a fight. Many are wondering what produced the rage inside the other child. Why did the fight escalate to such a barbaric level?
Victimhood produces rage and animus. It's a cancer of the mind. Modern American culture preaches and rewards the victimhood mentality. It's a lucrative and effective tool to seize power. It's antithetical to Christ's life and tenets of Christian faith. Choosing Christ is choosing victory. We can achieve all things through Christ who strengthens us.
We no longer teach that as a society. We teach victimhood and grievance. Our young people are more callous and savage than previous generations because we've convinced them they're all victims of sexism, racism, homophobia, Islamaphobia, fat-shaming, transphobia, poverty, pronoun injustice, you-name-it, etc. They're all owed a debt. Unpaid debts foment anger.
I've been poor. Me and my father shared a 400-square foot, one-bedroom apartment in the 'hood in 1984-85. While captain of my high school football team, I slept on a couch and ate a lot of canned tuna and fast food. I was never angry. In fact, I was happy. I didn't dwell much on our situation. I wasn't a victim. I had two parents who cared about me (my parents were divorced and my mother moved to Kansas City with her factory job) and I had a belief that things would get better. God was on my side.
Poverty does not produce rage. A victim mentality, a lack of hope, the belief that the world owes you a debt, and the absence of parental love produce an endless supply of rage.
The causes of what is ailing our children are obvious. It's the absence of a heavenly Father and an earthly Father. Those two fathers are the cure for the cancer of victimhood. It's really that simple.
We should not be surprised by the savagery we're seeing from young people, whether it be school shootings or schoolyard fights. We've poisoned the minds of children. We feed them a steady diet of video game violence, movie and TV violence, rap violence. Our schools tell them the suffering and sacrifice of our ancestors did not produce a better world. No. The errors of the past are unforgivable and the life sacrifices to atone for those errors are woefully insufficient. Retribution (vengeance) and reparations (debt) are the only adequate solutions.
The solutions are antithetical to Christianity. They lead to rage and destruction. They lead to little girls beating each other into comas and insane adults shrugging it all off as an inevitable consequence of kids fighting.
Victimhood is a mental disease.