@realAFLF I don't remember anyone (white or otherwise) defending what Dahmer did. Just the opposite, actually. They damn sure didn't raise nearly $1 million for him to live large while the case was pending, you tool.
@JohnRLottJr I mean, given who this ghoul worked for and was close friends with for decades (Bill Clinton), it’s no surprise he can ignore an endless list of character defects. It’s easy when you’re soulless.
Ray’s Rock - Omaha Beach
On the morning of June 6, 1944, 23 year old Staff Sergeant Arnold “Ray” Lambert came ashore with the first wave of the 1st Infantry Division on the eastern side of Omaha Beach. At this small patch of concrete he saved nearly 20 lives:
The division came under intense fire from several German bunkers surrounding the entrance to the Colville Draw (one of two exits off Omaha Beach). Ray, a medic, immediately went to work.
He was shot in the arm. Moments later he was hit by shrapnel in the leg, but Ray kept pulling men to safety. He pulled nearly 20 wounded soldiers to cover behind this 8ft wide obstacle, treating each soldier before going out in search of others.
After several hours under fire, while pulling a wounded soldier from the ocean, he was struck by a landing craft. It dropped its ramp on top of him, breaking his back. He fell face down in the water, drowning. The craft backed up and nearby soldiers pulled an unconscious Ray to safety, eventually evacuating him off the beach.
Remarkably, Ray had already earned two Silver Stars and three Purple Hearts in Sicily and North Africa, prior to landing in France. But here in Normandy his war would end.
He awoke in a hospital back in England a day later. In the next bed over was his brother, who had also been wounded at Omaha.
When asked about his work on D-Day, Ray simply said, “I did what I was called to do.”
Ray Lambert passed in 2021 at 100 years old. He exemplified the best of American grit and why remembering this day is so important.
@Clock_Hypocrisy@jdmiles11 No, Anthony made the first move - by coming into the tent and refusing to leave when asked. Then, Anthony made the SECOND move by daring anyone to try to make him leave. We’re all glad you’re not on the jury and we hope all of the jurors are sharper than you.
For 37 years, over 2,000 images taken by a Chinese state media photographer were hidden in a metal box, surviving brutal purges—until now.
These raw, powerful photos show the courage of the students, the scale of the protests, and the horror of what the Chinese Communist Party did.
Now, The @EpochTimes is making the photos public for the first time. [1/2]
@RaceGated@SwissRobinson79@BreannaMorello It seems that Anthony was the one who couldn’t leave anyone alone - he’s the one who went to where Metcalf was and created a reason to stab him. But I think you know that and are just race trolling.
It felt good to be off social media yesterday. Things are in the works, that's all I can say for now. Negotiations are ongoing with the DA. My attorney choked me up yesterday when he sent me an email that was just one line: "Let's get Lucy home."
Amen. Amen, amen, amen.
I spent the day with the kids at the park while @Herb_Minstrel gave voice lessons at home, going over with pen and paper what I had feverishly typed up thus far about Lucy, the makings of what I hope will be a story with some appeal beyond just myself and my little family.
Things just jump out at me on paper in a way they don't on a screen.
I'm writing this as a way to protect her, in my own way, from anything like this ever happening again. She's kind of famous right now, but it's the 15-minutes-of-fame sort of notoriety.
I want to lock that in. I want to make Lucy untouchable. I fell into a trap once that has made her vulnerable. I'm doing everything I can right now to make her invincible for the rest of her life.
If I fail to convey Lucy's story in a way that has broad appeal, then at least I hope to have a personal story to add to our family lore, where it will be valued by the people who know and matter most, the same way I treasure all of the songs my wife wrote me to get me through the terror and tedium overseas.
This will probably be another quiet day from me as I scribble lines on paper, cross them out, work them and rework them over and over - and do it all in those quiet moments when the kids aren't fighting with each other or getting into trouble or making messes and getting loud.
Thank you all for your support of me and Lucy for these past several weeks. It means the world.
#SaveLucy
Six weeks.
SIX FLIPPING WEEKS.
Lucy has not heard our voices. She hasn't slept on her rug. She hasn't gone for a ride in the truck. She hasn't been snuggled by her family, played with Lex, or run free in her own field.
SIX WEEKS.
She's been locked in a tiny cell, sleeping on concrete, likely wondering why we abandoned her.
SIX WEEKS.
She's eleven years old. She doesn't have endless time ahead of her. She could get sick. Her health could fail. Every day matters.
And while everyone moves at a snail's pace, without a care in the world, time keeps slipping away from MY DOG—the dog who was taken because a petty neighbor decided to call the authorities when she slipped out of her collar in our OWN YARD!
This wasn't some outrageous act! This wasn't a purposeful violation of anything and didn’t cause incident. This wasn't the terrifying incident the neighbors or government would like people to believe it was.
It was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened on our private property!
We could have lied. We could have denied it happened. No one had proof otherwise:
But that's not who we are.
So for six weeks, my Lucy—my eleven-year-old dog who stood watch over our family through deployment after deployment, who kept me company during the lonely nights when I watched the news and wondered if my husband would make it home alive—has sat in prison.
This is a sick abuse of the law, and an innocent animal is paying the price.
Not for biting someone.
Not for attacking someone.
Not for leaving and roaming the neighborhood.
For being in her own yard.
Let that sink in.
And because malicious neighbors refused to mind their own business, and because officials with the power to do the right thing have refused to exercise any bit of common sense, she remains there.
They make me sick.
The abuse of power makes me sick.
The character assassination makes me sick.
The lies make me sick.
The fact that people who have never met us, never spoken to us, and don't know the first thing about our family have spent years trying to destroy our peace makes me sick.
Enough is enough!
Let Lucy come home already! Is this really the hill anyone wants to die on? It’s a single dog. It’s an average family. Send her back and leave us alone. That’s all we want.
And for those who have participated in this injustice—whether through malice, cowardice, pride, or indifference, know this:
God sees every bit of it.
He knows the truth.
And one day, every one of us will answer to Him.
Until our Lucy is home and beyond. We will not stop fighting.
#savelucy
2026 is not only the 250th anniversary of American independence, but also the 250th anniversary of the publication of Adam Smith’s highly influential Wealth of Nations, which represents a clarion call for economic independence from previously failed systems.