John E. Busbee III

[Trump Girl @TrumpGirlLove]

On July 1, 1975, Kelsey Grammer lost his 18-year-old sister Karen in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He was only 20. She was murdered two weeks before her nineteenth birthday.

For years afterward, the future star of "Frasier" (1993) blamed himself for failing to protect the little sister who had always trusted him. Only hours earlier, their lives had sounded ordinary.

On June 30, Kelsey was in Pompano Beach, Florida, staying with his mother and grandmother after being dismissed from Juilliard. Karen called from Colorado. She planned to come home for her July 15 birthday, and Kelsey was excited about introducing her to his girlfriend.

They discussed spending the summer together. He told her he loved her and would see her in a few days. They had last seen each other at Christmas. Their parents had separated when they were young, and their mother Sally raised them with help from grandparents Gordon and Evangeline Cranmer.

In New Jersey and later Florida, Karen was Kelsey's companion through family upheaval. He was the older child, but Karen often made him feel more confident.

One memory from Florida returned with painful clarity. Their grandfather Gordon, the man Kelsey regarded as a father, died when Karen was almost eleven. The children were not taken to his funeral.

Instead, they found their own way to say goodbye, sitting in a hammock beneath a mango tree. Kelsey later wrote, "One night, I gazed at my beautiful sister on the hammock with me. Together we would talk of Gordon. And together, mourn him." They talked about the grandfather they loved, holding each other beneath the evening sky.

There was no adult telling them what grief should look like. Karen simply stayed beside her brother. Another memory was comically ordinary. On a green couch in their Florida living room, she decided to dip an Oreo cookie into an ice-cold Coca-Cola.

Kelsey still remembered the strange experiment decades later. Karen reassured him when he doubted himself. She was adventurous and outspoken, while he sometimes worried that he was falling behind.

Recalling their closeness in 2025, he said, "Even when she was little, we were just there, together. We had come to be together. It was a special relationship."

That ease survived even after they began living in different states. Karen spent a semester at Berry College in Georgia before moving to Colorado Springs, where she worked at a Red Lobster restaurant. On June 30, three men planning to rob the restaurant encountered her outside.

They abducted and attacked her. She died in the early hours of July 1. When detectives later came to Kelsey with the news, the summer reunion he had imagined disappeared. He identified his sister's body.

What haunted him was the impossible belief that an older brother should somehow have prevented her death, even from thousands of miles away.

On the "Cheers" (1982) set, he sometimes slept on a bench, then rose when it was time to perform. The laughter briefly interrupted grief that also contributed to years of drinking and drug use. In 2023, Kelsey returned to Colorado Springs.

He visited the restaurant's former location and retraced Karen's final route, hoping to understand what she endured. Reading the police records was so upsetting that he could barely work for weeks.

Yet researching her life also brought him into contact with people who remembered Karen from her college days, beyond the childhood they shared. Writing his 2025 memoir about Karen, he realized how completely sorrow had crowded out their earlier memories.

"I could not get off the grief part. And so it almost ruined my ability to remember Karen in a good way," he admitted. The book brought back her laughter, her confidence in him, and that wonderfully peculiar snack. He still remembered the girl on that green couch, laughing beside her big brother. ❤️

[Bo Loudon @BoLoudon]

🚨The incredible @EricTrump credits JESUS CHRIST for President Trump's journey to the White House.

"You better believe someone was watching down on all of us."

God bless the Trump family.🙏

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

Stand for something. Learn.

[racer | markets & judgment @racerhome]

Macaulay Culkin was worth an estimated $15M to $20M as a child star. But the Home Alone actor says he didn't even have his own BED. He slept on a couch with his brother while his father had a large bed and television.

By 15, his parents were fighting in court, his mother was struggling to pay rent, and Culkin had to remove BOTH parents from control of his trust fund. He later revealed he was willing to go to jail rather than be forced to visit his father.

Culkin became one of the most famous children in Hollywood after Home Alone in 1990.

His father, Kit Culkin, managed his career as Macaulay starred in Home Alone 2, My Girl, The Good Son and Richie Rich.

But the boy was exhausted.

MACAULAY CULKIN: "I haven't done a full year of school since first grade."

He wanted to return to school. According to Culkin, his father kept controlling his decisions, even as the family earned millions from his acting career.

In a 2004 interview with Larry King, Culkin recalled sleeping on the couch with his brother while his father enjoyed a much larger bed and television.

He believed his father did it to remind him who was in control.

When his parents separated in 1995, a bitter custody dispute followed. Legal expenses mounted, and Culkin said his mother was close to losing their home.

He didn't even know how much money was in his own bank accounts.

Around 80% of his earnings were protected in a trust until he turned 18. His parents had legal control over the remaining portion.

Culkin legally removed both parents from the trust and appointed an independent financial manager.

He later clarified that he hadn't actually emancipated himself. He had removed his parents' names from the money.

The conflict with his father went much deeper.

In a 2025 interview, Culkin recalled refusing court-ordered visits with the father he accused of abuse.

He told his lawyer he was prepared to challenge the judge.

"I double dare him to arrest the most famous kid in the world."

Culkin stopped speaking to his father and stayed away for more than 30 years.

In 2016, his father told the Daily Mail that he no longer considered Macaulay his son.

And in 2025, Culkin revealed that his father had 7 children and 4 grandchildren, none of whom wanted a relationship with him.

The boy who made millions for his family grew up, protected his money and walked away from the father who had managed his career.

[Fr. Daniel☦️ @Fragbaza]

The devil is not afraid of our minds or our knowledge; he has more of them. He is not even afraid of our virtues, for he has more of them as well. He only lacks one virtue, and its absence kills him while saving us. What is this virtue?
Once, having achieved something, I proudly went to my spiritual elder.
Seeing me, he immediately realized that I had slipped. Before I could say a word, he said:
'Why are we so proud, son? What are we proud of? That we fast and eat little? The devil fasts more than us,he never eats. That we don't sleep at night or that we don't sleep enough? The devil is more awake than us, he never sleeps. What do we abstain from? What do we preserve our virginity for? The devil is more virginal than us: even if he wanted to commit adultery, he wouldn't be able to, as he doesn't have a body.'
I could not believe my ears. No matter what virtues we possess, the devil also possesses them. No matter what virtues we acquire, we will never match the virtues the devil had when he was an archangel, and yet, he lost all of them.
Why? Because he lacked one virtue. We must strive to acquire this virtue in order to be saved. The devil overpowers us not only with sins; he overpowers us with virtues even more than with sins. We can see sins and avoid them, but we actively fight to acquire virtues.
As one saint said: 'Want to fast? The devil helps you. Want to give alms? The devil helps you. Want to build temples? The devil helps you. Why? Because he knows that if we achieve all this, we may become proud and destroy everything.'

We must possess the virtue that he does not have: to be humble!"

— Saint Nikon

[Abby💎 @Abbywillia69841]

In the hospital room where my husband lay unconscious after the accident, our 4-year-old son suddenly grabbed my hand and started to cry.

"Mommy, Daddy says it hurts!"

I froze.

My husband was in the bed in front of us, pale and still, with a tube in his arm and a monitor beeping softly beside him.

Since the car accident, he had not opened his eyes even once.

"Sweetheart, Daddy is just sleeping," I said gently.

My son shook his head hard.

"No, Mommy. He's not sleeping. Didn't you notice?"

The doctors had told us to wait.

They said we could only hope and watch for changes.

I came to the hospital every day after work, and my son came with me, holding my hand and drawing pictures at the foot of the bed.

I had not noticed anything.

I felt a chill run through me.

"What do you mean?"

My son pulled me closer to the bed.

"Look at his finger."

I looked.

Nothing.

"No, Mommy. Look when the nurse touches the tube."

A young Gen Z nurse named Tessa had just walked in to check the IV.

She adjusted the line, and I watched my husband's index finger.

It twitched.

Just once.

Then again, in a small, slow tap against the blanket.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My heart stopped.

My son whispered, "That's our squeeze, Mommy. Three taps means 'I love you.' But he does it faster when it hurts."

Tessa froze with the tube in her hand.

"Can you do that again?" she asked quietly.

My son placed his small hand on my husband's and waited.

Three slow taps.

Then, when Tessa touched the line again, the taps came fast and sharp.

She went white.

"I'm calling the doctor right now."

Within minutes, the room filled with people.

They checked his eyes, his reflexes, and his medication chart.

A doctor leaned over him and said, "Sir, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

Nothing.

Then my son climbed onto the chair beside the bed and said, "Daddy, it's me."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The room went completely still.

The doctor looked at the monitors, then at me.

"He's aware," he said slowly. "He has been aware, and we missed it."

One of the medications had been masking his movements and causing him pain he could not express.

They changed his treatment that very hour.

By the next morning, his fingers had relaxed.

By the end of the week, he opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was our son sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs.

"Hi, Daddy," my son said.

My husband's voice came out cracked and tiny.

"Hi, buddy."

I cried so hard I had to sit down.

Later, the doctor pulled me aside.

"If your son hadn't spoken up," he said, "we might not have changed his care in time. Sometimes the people closest to a patient notice what the machines cannot."

I looked through the doorway at my little boy, curled up against his father's arm, falling asleep.

I had spent weeks waiting for a miracle in the monitors and the test results.

It had been sitting beside me the whole time, four years old, holding my hand.

[Sachin Jose @Sachinettiyil]

Philadelphia Police Officer Shane Seiber, a Catholic, was killed in the line of duty on October 10. His funeral Mass was held at the Cathedral Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Philadelphia.

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

🚨 JUST NOW: President Trump RIPS Abdul El-Sayed on his way to a rally in Michigan

"We don't want to see a JIHADIST senator. We don't want to see a member of the MUSLIM BROTHERHOOD in our Senate."

"Mike Rogers would do a great job. He's going to be a great senator. Mike Rogers is apple pie. He's a PERFECT guy for our country."

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

Correct! That’s how it works.

GO VOTE & VOTE RED 🟥

[Hosna ⚖️ בניטה @DOGEQEEN]

She once asked an archbishop whether it was acceptable for a nun to lie if doing so could save Jewish children from the Nazis. His answer was only six words: “Let’s lie, my daughter, let’s lie.”

Those words gave Sister Denise Bergon the courage she needed. In 1942, at thirty years old, she was Mother Superior of Notre-Dame de Massip, a convent school in southwestern France. Jewish families were being torn apart. Some children escaped into the countryside, frightened and hungry. Sister Denise had already sheltered several, passing them off as ordinary Catholic students. She knew protecting more would mean misleading the authorities.

She secretly wrote to Archbishop Jules-Géraud Saliège of Toulouse, who had openly condemned the persecution of Jews. He told her, “Let’s lie, my daughter, let’s lie.”

Resistance couriers and desperate relatives began bringing Jewish children to the convent. Eventually eighty-three were hidden inside. Sister Denise shared the truth with only three trusted people. The other nuns were told the children were refugees. Many of the Jewish children did not know Catholic prayers. She claimed they came from strict communist families that had rejected religion. The story protected them.

Whenever authorities arrived, the children hid in concealed cellars beneath the chapel floor. At night Sister Denise buried the money, jewelry and identity documents parents had entrusted to her. She kept a private record of the children’s real identities.

For twenty months the operation continued. When the war ended all eighty-three children had survived. Whenever relatives came forward she helped reunite them and returned everything she had buried. For children whose parents had died she helped arrange safe homes. She returned to her quiet religious life and never wrote a memoir.

The children never forgot her. As adults they returned with their own children and grandchildren. Sister Denise died in 2006 at the age of ninety-four. Annie Beck, one of the children she sheltered, later said, “She was like a mother to us. She saved our lives.”

Eighty-three children entered her convent seeking safety, and all eighty-three survived.

[Trump Girl @TrumpGirlLove]

Rosalee Rositer had just finished a 24-hour shift with the New Smyrna Beach Fire Department when she saw a car leave northbound Interstate 95 near Port Orange, Florida, crash into the trees, and catch fire.

She was on her way to Daytona State College, where she works as a lead laboratory adjunct instructor in the paramedic program. She was off duty, driving alone, with no crew and no equipment.

The elderly couple inside did not get out. The vehicle was already burning. Rositer stopped. Other motorists stopped as well, including a member of another fire battalion. Together they moved to the wreck.

The couple was wedged in the car. The rescuers extracted the woman first, then the man from the driver’s seat, before the flames reached the cabin. They stayed with the pair and provided care until arriving emergency crews took over. The couple was taken to the hospital as trauma alerts.

Officials later said the driver may have suffered a medical emergency that caused the crash; no other vehicles were involved.

Rositer later said the moment she realized the occupants were still inside and the car was on fire, her training took over. She described going into autopilot. She has been a firefighter for roughly three and a half years and has longer experience as a paramedic; the response drew on both.

She graduated from Daytona State’s Emergency Medical Services program in 2017 and is working toward a Bachelor of Science in Nursing while she continues teaching.

The shift had already ended. The structured response of an on-duty call was not available. What remained was the decision, made while driving to another job, to stop for two people who were still in a burning car.

She and the others who stopped got them out and stayed until more help arrived. That was the entire event: a finished shift, an ordinary drive, and the choice to treat the emergency in front of her as still belonging to her. 🌹

[GINGERSKOL💜💛 @GlowSurfing]

The Muslim religion is the fastest growing religion per capita in the United States, especially in the minority races.
Last month, my friend attended a training. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who each explained their beliefs.
She was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Muslim gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video.
After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was her turn, she directed her question to the Muslim and asked:
'Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by unaliving an infidel, (which is a command to all Muslims) they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?'
There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, " Nonbelievers"
She responded, 'So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to unalive everyone who is not of your faith so they can have a place in heaven. Is that correct?'
The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.'
He sheepishly replied, 'Yes.'
She then stated, 'Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine The Pope commanding all Catholics to unalive those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering all Protestants to do the same in order to guarantee them a place in heaven!'
The Muslim was speechless.
She continued, 'I also have a problem with being your friend when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to unalive me! Let me ask you a question:
Would you rather have your Allah, who tells you to unalive me in order for you to go to heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to heaven and He wants you to be there with me?'
You could have heard a pin drop.
Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with my way of dealing with the Islamic Imam, and exposing the truth about the Muslims' beliefs.
In twenty years there will be enough Muslim voters in the US. to elect the President.
I think everyone in the U.S. should be required to read this, but with the ACLU, there is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on! This is your chance to make a difference.

Copied & pasted

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

ABSOLUTELY!!! MOSQUES shouldn’t be built here either.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

For fourteen years, everyone thought U.S. Air Force Technical Sergeant John Chapman died in the first two minutes on top of a freezing 10,000-foot mountain in Afghanistan.

Then modern image technology unlocked the thermal camera footage recorded by a Predator drone circling high in the clouds on March 4, 2002.

When Pentagon investigators watched the enhanced screen, hardened combat generals broke down in tears. Because the video proved that after everyone else had left the mountain peak, John Chapman woke up alone in the snow and fought an entire army by himself.

That night on the peak of Takur Ghar, thirty-six-year-old Chapman, a father of two little girls from Connecticut, had charged uphill through thigh-deep snow alone to silence an enemy bunker and save his pinned-down team. Hit from a second bunker, he fell motionless. Believing he was dead, the surviving team was forced to retreat down the ridge.

Chapman was not dead.

The drone footage showed him regaining consciousness in the pitch-black snow, surrounded on three sides by enemy fighters, with nine separate wounds in his body.

In total darkness, with no comrade beside him and nobody on earth watching except a silent camera in the sky, he refused to surrender. For more than an hour, he fought from inside the bunker, killing an enemy fighter in bare-handed close combat when they tried to rush him.

Then, at dawn, Chapman heard the heavy thump of rotor blades in the mist.

An American Chinook helicopter carrying twenty-three U.S. Army Rangers was flying straight toward the peak to rescue him, right into the sights of an enemy rocket launcher.

Chapman knew that if he stayed safe inside the rock bunker, those twenty-three young Americans in the helicopter would be blown out of the sky.

So on the thermal video, investigators watched John Chapman deliberately climb out of the bunker, stand up tall in the open snow, and fire into the enemy positions to draw every machine gun on the mountain onto his own chest.

He died in the snow as the sun rose, shielding the incoming helicopter with his life.

True bushido is what a warrior does when he thinks nobody will ever know his story. The sky was watching, John. And America will remember your name forever.

[Collin Rugg @CollinRugg]

Coast Guard rescue swimmer rescues 16 people 140 miles off the coast of Baja California in pitch-black darkness while getting tossed by 8-foot waves.

24-year-old Josh Law is credited with the heroic rescue.

At 1 a.m., a call came in at the US Coast Guard Air Station in Ventura, California, from a boat sinking in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Ensenada, Mexico.

The Coast Guard crew geared up and jumped into the helicopter before making the long trek to the boat.

The boat had capsized about 140 miles off the coast and threw more than two dozen people into cold water.

When the crew finally located the wreckage, they lowered Law by cable from the helicopter into the water.

He was the only rescuer in the cold water for 2 hours.

Law was in pitch darkness with no moonlight, in 6- to 8-foot waves, rotor spray and turbulence, and hypothermic water.

"I was experiencing exhaustion at that point... what I was experiencing was nothing compared to what they were at that point," Law said.

"With one hand, I’m holding the survivor. With the other, I am signaling to the helicopter and working with the device," he said.

He did this to rescue 16 survivors, placing them in the basket one by one before hoisting them up to the helicopter.

With fuel running low, the crew raced to the Coast Guard station in San Diego, California, which is about 160 miles south of the Ventura station.

Law said he treated the survivors during the flight. Some had injuries consistent with shark bites.

All 16 were Mexicans, and the ones with injuries were treated when they got to shore. About half have since returned to Mexico.

Eleven people on the boat were never found, but thanks to Law and the rest of the crew, 16 lives were saved.

Beast.

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

🔥 RFK Jr. is at President Trump's Florida rally telling the world his liberal friends were DEAD WRONG about 47

"A lot of my liberal friends said to me, 'oh, you better not shake hands with that guy, because he's going to double cross you. He's going to lie to you, he's going to use you to help him win an election, and then he's going to DISCARD you.'"

"So I want to tell you this:

Every commitment, every promise that Donald Trump has made to me, he has kept in SPADES." 👏🏻

[Saint Adaugoijele ✝️ @JustAdaugoijele]

No photograph of St. Charbel was ever taken during his lifetime. The holy hermit, who died on Christmas Eve in 1898, lived in deep seclusion at the Hermitage of St. Peter and St. Paul in Annaya, Mount Lebanon. Only his fellow monks ever saw his face.

More than 50 years later, on May 8, 1950, coincidentally the saint’s birthday....
four Maronite priests from Scranton, Pennsylvania, made a pilgrimage to the Monastery of St. Maroun in Annaya.
Father George Webby took a photo of the group standing with a guard outside the monastery.

When the film was developed, an unexpected figure appeared in the middle of the picture: an elderly monk with a white beard. Father Webby immediately showed the photograph to the elderly monks at the monastery. Without hesitation, they identified the man as St. Charbel.
That image became the basis for every portrait and photo of the saint that followed, including those displayed in St. Peter’s Basilica during his beatification and canonization. The mysterious appearance remains one of the most well-known signs associated with the humble Lebanese hermit whose intercession continues to bring healing to many.

Saint Charbel, pray for us!

[Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier]

🚨 HOLLYWOOD IS FUMING!
Kid Rock says standing with Donald Trump cost him every single corporate deal, but he doesn't care—he puts God, family, and AMERICA first.
That is what REAL patriotism looks like. Drop a 🔥 if you stand with Kid Rock! 🇺🇸

[MAGA Voice @MAGAVoice]

🚨 JUST NOW: El Salvador President Nayib Bukele just launched a massive military operation in Haiti to rescue four Salvadorans taken by Gang Leaders

"Today's attack is NOTHING compared to what is coming if we do not get all four h*stages back alive”

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE 🔥

[Blue Lives Matter @bluelivesmtr]

A tornado in Clarksville, Tennessee, ripped the roof off Sydney Moore’s home and sucked her 4-month-old baby into the sky still inside his bassinet. But... GOD.
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The father tried to grab the bassinet but the winds swept him up with the infant. Sydney threw herself over their 1-year-old son as the walls collapsed around them.
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When the storm passed their mobile home was destroyed. Both parents and the older child survived, but the baby was missing. They searched the wreckage for about 10 minutes.
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The father then found the infant lying alive in the hollow of a fallen tree roughly 25 feet away. The baby had only minor injuries, including a cut on his face that was later glued.
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The entire family survived with cuts and bruises. Sydney credited their escape to the grace of God. The tornado that struck the area was rated EF-3 with winds up to 150 mph.
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Think about what it means when a 4-month-old is lifted out of a collapsing home inside his bassinet and found alive in a tree minutes later while the rest of the family also walks away.

But... GOD.
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#Miracle #Tennessee