If the average man got hated on the way I do, he’d fold fast.
That ain’t a flex. That’s just the truth.
A whole lot of people live and die by what strangers say on the internet. I don’t. I’m too busy worrying about my family, my business, and making sure the people under my roof are good. While some folks are online running their mouth, I’m in my backyard barbecuing steaks for my wife and kids, and there really ain’t a better feeling than that.
That’s why the hate never lands the way people think it should.
Because in real life, I’m not sitting around broke, bitter, and panicked over comments. I’m handling business. My truck went down Thursday into Friday. I got one of my trucks back up with new injectors and a harness, smoked through five grand in one day like it was nothing, and had that rig ready to rock again by the next day.
And that’s the part people miss.
The flex ain’t even the money. The flex is I could call a local mechanic and get handled because I’ve built real relationships. I pay my bills. I don’t burn people. I don’t rip nobody off. I work hard, I keep my word, and when the invoice is ready, I pay it. That kind of reputation will take you farther than loud talk ever will.
Now I’ve got a full load and a full dispatch tomorrow, ready to go make more money in the oil field while the same people hating are probably still sitting around watching another man’s life instead of fixing their own.
That’s the difference.
Some people got opinions.
Some of us got receipts.
Life is good over here. Not perfect, but good. Family fed. Bills paid. Truck fixed. Work lined up. Peace in my backyard. So no, I really don’t have time to sit around defending myself against slander, lies, and internet hate from people who couldn’t survive one week carrying what I carry.
That’s not arrogance.
That’s reality.
You can hate me all you want, but hate does not stop a man who’s got purpose, discipline, and people depending on him. And that’s why I sleep just fine. Because while they’re obsessed with me, I’m obsessed with building.
The real flex is not talking big. It’s handling pressure, paying cash, fixing problems, and feeding your family anyway.
That’s where I’m at. Real MAGA BABY
@Nino_Merica@watchkeep Why did you block Nino, and why lie about him? We don't play internet games. Defaming someone is pretty serious. All you needed to do was ask Nino....he has tons of videos of his past street life before becoming a Christian. He is an open book. Unblock him.
@Nino_Merica Best believe those "small towns/communities" are the ones holding us together. We should all take lessons from them. Local politics is the 1st step. Keep it going Nino!!👊
Midland City Council looks us dead in the face and swears Tommy Gonzalez’s side consulting doesn’t interfere with his job running our city.
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Then the man sends an email that says, and I quote, “Thursday afternoon works for me. I have cleared the afternoon.”
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Cleared the afternoon.
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For Pecos.
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Not for Midland. Not for the city that’s paying him a six-figure salary plus benefits plus every perk the taxpayer can bleed out. He cleared HIS afternoon, on OUR time, to go work a side hustle for another town.
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And the council wants us to believe that’s fine? That’s not a conflict? That’s him “doing a great job”?
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Read the email again. That ain’t a man squeezing in extra work after hours. That’s a man rearranging his city manager schedule so he can serve somebody else during the workday.
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His contract supposedly allows outside consulting as long as it doesn’t interfere with Midland. Well the word “cleared” just interfered. He didn’t work around Midland. He moved Midland out of the way.
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If any one of us working pipe, hauling loads, running a shop, managing a crew, tried that with our boss, we’d be standing in the unemployment line by Friday. No questions asked. No council to cover for us.
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But when it’s the guy at the top? Suddenly it’s “doesn’t interfere.” Suddenly the rules get soft.
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Pecos already figured it out. They’re cutting his contract loose May 1. Pecos saw what Midland keeps pretending not to see.
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When a small town out west has more backbone than your own city council, that tells you everything you need to know about who’s running this place.
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If a working man has to clock in and give his employer his full day, the City Manager ought to do the same. Period.
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Midland deserves a City Manager whose afternoons belong to Midland. Not to whoever’s writing the next consulting check.
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That’s not a personal attack. That’s a standard. And right now, he ain’t meeting it.
All that glitters ain’t gold.
A lot of people hear “growth” and automatically think it means good. Bigger project, bigger building, bigger promise, bigger ribbon cutting. They think if the city builds it, prosperity is just gonna fall out of the sky.
That ain’t economics. That’s wishful thinking.
Real growth is when something can stand on its own feet. Real growth is when private money takes the risk. Real growth is when taxpayers are not left holding the bag for decades while politicians and boosters move on to the next shiny idea.
That’s the part people keep missing.
These taxpayer-funded projects always get sold the same way. They say it’ll help everybody. They say it’ll bring in business. They say it’ll pay off in the long run. They say it’s “for the future.”
And then what happens?
The public keeps paying.
The debt sticks around.
The maintenance never stops.
The promises get softer.
And the people who pushed it act like nobody should ask what it actually returned.
Growth is not the same thing as a good deal.
A city can “grow” and still get played. A city can build something flashy and still bury taxpayers in years of cost. A city can brag about being attractive to outsiders while the people who actually live there are the ones paying for the shine.
That’s why some of us don’t clap every time government wants to build another giant project with public money.
Because all that glitters ain’t gold.
Sometimes it’s just expensive glitter with a long payment plan.
The President of the United States will be sitting in the Oval Office, on live television, reading the Word of God out loud to the whole country.
Not a speech.
Scripture.
Tuesday, April 21, between 6 and 7 p.m. Eastern, President Trump is reading 2 Chronicles 7:11 through 22 straight from the Bible in the Oval Office. And if you know that passage, you know exactly why it matters right now.
That’s the passage where God tells Solomon what happens when a nation forgets Him. And what happens when the people turn back.
“And the LORD appeared to Solomon by night, and said unto him, I have heard thy prayer, and have chosen this place to myself for an house of sacrifice.”
“If I shut up heaven that there be no rain, or if I command the locusts to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among my people;”
“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
That’s the promise. Right there. Humble yourself. Pray. Seek Him. Turn from wickedness. And He heals the land.
But keep reading, because people love to quote verse 14 and skip the warning.
“But if ye turn away, and forsake my statutes and my commandments, which I have set before you, and shall go and serve other gods, and worship them;”
“Then will I pluck them up by the roots out of my land which I have given them; and this house, which I have sanctified for my name, will I cast out of my sight, and will make it to be a proverb and a byword among all nations.”
That ain’t soft. That’s God telling a nation straight up what happens when they walk away from Him.
Now tell me why this country’s been hurting.
Tell me why families are falling apart.
Tell me why our towns don’t feel like home anymore.
Tell me why nothing feels right.
We turned our back on Him. That’s why.
And now the President of the United States is opening the Oval Office and reading Scripture to a nation that needs to hear it more than it wants to admit.
Say what you want about the man. He’s doing something no president has done in my lifetime. He’s putting the Bible back in the middle of the room when the world is telling him to put it away.
This country was built on that Book. Not on committees. Not on party lines. Not on whatever feeling people woke up with that morning. On that Book.
If America humbles itself, God will heal it.
If America keeps walking away, God already told us what happens next.
Tune in Tuesday. Sit your family down. Let your kids hear it. Because this moment is bigger than politics. 🇺🇸✝️
That’s the line in the sand. Which side of it are you standing on?
If this church cleaned that area up, then Lori Blong ought to be ashamed of herself.
Because that means the City of Midland didn’t just step in and solve a problem. It means a church got threatened with fines, paid for the dumpster, brought volunteers, did the work, and now the mayor is standing there taking a victory lap like City Hall saved the day.
That is filthy.
There are people speaking up publicly saying the church owned the land, paid for the cleanup, and had volunteers out there because the city was threatening them. One woman even went straight into the comments under the mayor’s own post and called it out.
So which is it?
Did the city clean it up?
Or did a church get pressured, do the work itself, and then watch the mayor grab the credit?
Because if the second one is true, that is not leadership. That is political fraud dressed up as community service.
And Midland people are tired of this same old game.
Threaten people.
Pressure people.
Let them do the work.
Then show up for the photo op.
That’s sewer politics.
If the church did the cleanup, then say it.
If the church paid for the dumpster, then say it.
If volunteers did the work, then say it.
Stop stealing credit from the people who actually got dirty and handled it if this is the case. We are gonna find out. More than one witness has come forward claiming the mayor is lying.
This city has gotten way too comfortable with polished posts and half-truths.
Laaaaadies and gentlemen, oilfield hands, city hall insiders, radio yappers, taxpayers, skeptics, and future loyal subjects of progress… welcome to a historic night in Midland, Texas.
Tonight, under the bright lights, the dusty sky, and the loving shadow of unnamed Big Oil money, we proudly present the next bold chapter in Midland greatness…
YOUR MIDLAND CAMELS!
That’s right. No more small thinking. No more stagnation. No more pretending Midland is just gonna sit here and stay the same. The future has arrived, and it came wearing cleats, chewing dust, and smelling faintly like crude oil and imported ambition.
And what a glorious future it is.
This evening’s first ceremonial pitch will be thrown by none other than the mayor of Midland herself, stepping onto the field in celebration of growth, inclusion, and whatever this city is becoming next. Tonight is made possible by a very special oil tycoon, whose name will remain hidden for reasons of mystery, class, and probably paperwork. Just know this, his vision was big, his wallet was bigger, and his dream was simple:
Bring the Camels to Midland.
And friends, he did exactly that.
Now let it be known, the Midland Camels are an all-inclusive team. We welcome everybody, every creed, every background, every believer, every doubter, every person bold enough to embrace the new direction of this city. This is the modern Midland way. We are opening our arms wide and saying, with full confidence and absolutely no hesitation:
Everybody is welcome in Camel Country.
From city council chambers to local radio waves, from the boardrooms to the back tables at lunch, support for this magnificent franchise is already rolling in. Why? Because this is not just a baseball team.
This is a statement.
A declaration.
A warning shot to stagnation itself.
These elite, world-class, high-impact ballplayers were flown in from Pakistan under the blessing of powerful interests and a higher vision for Midland’s future. And now they stand ready to plant their flag, claim their turf, and begin the long march from Midland… to dominance… and maybe, just maybe, one day the world.
So rise to your feet.
Wave your foam humps proudly.
Salute the derricks.
Honor the dust.
And prepare yourselves for the dawn of a brand-new empire in West Texas sports entertainment.
Ladies and gentlemen… your Midland Camels are HERE.