Again for those in the back, Elon once offered to cut a check for $6 BILLION to the WFB to "eliminate World hunger" as they said the money could. His one condition was that the accounting was public.
They did not accept.
Today, I’m releasing never before seen intelligence revealing new evidence of past US government funding for more than 120 biolabs in over 30 countries, including Ukraine.
In support of President Trump‘s Executive Order to end federal funding of dangerous gain of function research around the world, and increase transparency and accountability, ODNI will continue working with partners across the Administration to identify where these labs are, what pathogens they contain, and what “research” is being conducted.
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To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
My birthmom was raped. That is how I was conceived. She was young, not quite 16. Family demanded she abort me, and offered to pay. She said no.
During an ultrasound, doctors saw I would be special needs. I was diagnosed with hydrocephalus. The only thing that changed was she sought out a family who would want a special needs baby.
My parents were qualified and willing to raise a child with special needs.
Of course, when I was born there was no sign of hydrocephalus, but that's a story for another time.
Special needs babies deserve life. They deserve love, care, and life.
🚨 NEW: The murder charge against an Arkansas father accused of killing the man who allegedly raped his 14-year-old daughter has been dismissed. 👏🏾
Justice served. 👏🏾
h/t @CollinRugg
I read that the baby aborted for having Down syndrome by the YouTuber and his wife yesterday was done so when she was half way through her pregnancy, so I am going to describe in graphic detail what aborting a second trimester baby looks like. Read on at your own discretion.
At 21 weeks the baby is a fully formed miniature human being roughly 10 to 11 inches long from crown to rump weighing about three quarters to one pound. His skin is thin and translucent but covered in fine lanugo hair. He has distinct fingerprints eyelids that can open and close and functioning senses. He can hear your voice and external sounds taste the amniotic fluid and respond to touch. His heart beats strongly. You could feel it if you pressed a hand to the mothers belly. Lungs are developing with practice breaths and he kicks stretches turns and sucks his thumb in the womb. Viability outside the womb is possible with intensive neonatal care in modern hospitals. Many 21 week preemies survive with medical intervention.
A typical 21 week abortion is performed via dilation and evacuation. The process begins by forcibly dilating the mothers cervix over hours or days using laminaria or medications which causes cramping and pain as the body is prepared to expel the child. Then under ultrasound guidance in many cases the abortionist inserts forceps through the birth canal into the uterus.
The baby often still alive and moving is grasped limb by limb. The abortionist twists and pulls tearing off arms and legs one at a time while the child recoils and struggles inside the womb. The smaller bones snap like twigs the joints dislocate with audible pops under the instruments. Blood and amniotic fluid mix as the torso is wrenched apart. The spine is crushed or snapped. Finally the skull is gripped collapsed with the forceps sometimes after being pierced and the brain suctioned out to make removal easier and the remains are extracted piece by piece. The abortionist then reassembles the body parts on a tray to ensure nothing hands feet torso fragments is left inside to cause infection. The mother’s uterus is scraped clean with a curette.
This is not a procedure on tissue. It is the deliberate piecemeal dismemberment of a baby who can feel pain. Fetal pain receptors and neural pathways are active by this stage who reacts defensively to the invasion and whose only crime is existing. The mother carrying this child in her body for nearly five months feeling his movements, knowing his sex, and seeing his ultrasounds chooses to have him torn apart inside her. And in this disgusting case of psychopathic narcissism “for his own good”. She schedules the appointment consents to the crushing and extraction, rests peacefully while her baby is tortured to death because he wasn’t perfect enough for her, and she walks away while the baby’s tiny mutilated body is discarded in a “medical waste” sink to be sent for incineration.
Many women later describe the visceral aftermath. The sudden cessation of kicks the hormonal crash the haunting knowledge that they authorized the destruction of their own baby’s body. It is an act of profound betrayal by the very person biologically wired to protect that life. If the image of a tiny writhing child being methodically ripped apart limb from limb by cold metal tools then sucked or scraped from its mother’s womb does not disgust you regarding the “woman’s choice”, then the propaganda worked on your weak, pathetic soul.
🚨 Pam Bondi in April/May 2025: “You know what it is, though, there are tens of thousands of pictures and videos. And it’s all with little kids, so the FBI has to go through every one.”
“There are tens of thousands of videos of Epstein with children or child porn, and there are hundreds of victims.”
Now Acting AG Todd Blanche says none of that exists?
What changed?
Where are the files?
In 1888, General Longstreet returned to Gettysburg.
A one-legged Yank hobbled up on crutches, grasped his hand, and said, "General, I fought against you at Round Top. I lost a wing there, but I am proud to meet you here."
Longstreet beamed and grasped the veterans hand. "Yes, those were hot times then, but I’m all right now."
Over 30,000 Union and Confederate veterans gathered to promote national unity and reconciliation.
Those who bled there knew the war was over and we were all countrymen again. We could learn something from them.
🚨Dr. Robert Malone CONFIRMS — U.S. Government Dropped RADIOACTIVE TICKS on Americans as Bioweapons!
Declassified CIA docs prove infected ticks were deployed from low-flying C-130s over U.S. soil and sugarcane fields under JFK.
Plum Island — the Army’s old biowarfare lab just miles from Lyme, CT — was ground zero. Radioactively tagged lone star ticks (hundreds of thousands released in Virginia in the 1960s) triggered the Lyme disease explosion we’re STILL suffering from today.
Lone Star ticks weren’t even supposed to be here. Suddenly they were EVERYWHERE — along with Lyme arthritis, Rickettsia, Babesia, and more. Coincidence? Malone says NO. This was deliberate field testing of bioweapons using ticks and mosquitoes.
Our own government turned American citizens into lab rats. Millions sick, lives ruined, doctors gaslighting patients for decades… while the cover-up continues.
Heads. Must. Roll.
Wake up, America. This isn’t “conspiracy theory” anymore — it’s declassified reality.
The truth is finally coming out.
This is what the Islamic terrorist who carried out the Modena massacre in Italy wrote:
“You must give me a job as an employee. You fucking Christian bastards. You and your Jesus Christ on the cross, I’ll burn him!”
The left and their media’s excuse that he was just “mentally ill” has been completely demolished.
He’s just another Islamic hater.
An AI data center in Georgia used 30 MILLION gallons of water that they didn't even pay for, nobody noticed for months until citizens realized they're water pressure was unusually low.
The data center kept running while the governor told locals to cut back on watering their lawns amid a state of emergency as Georgia faces state wide droughts and the worst wildfire outbreaks in years.
One rule for them, another for us...