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[Phil Labonte 🇺🇸 @philthatremains]

this is why we say it is far more important to vote in your local elections than in federal elections.

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@RealShahriqKhan Not to mention peter and luke both argue paul writing scripture. Especially peter writing After most of Paul's writing.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

This list is idiotic and needs to be deleted

[Hayley Caronia @hayleycaronia]

What if I gave birth at an Olive Garden location? Is my baby entitled to a never-ending pasta pass?

[Timothy Alberino @TimothyAlberino]

Having spent years living abroad, I can say this with confidence: being born in the USA is among life's greatest privileges 🇺🇸

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@Lukewearechange Tommy Shelby would be ashamed.

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble.

The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation.

Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured.

He succeeded.

The British agreed to free the doctor.

But there was a catch.

Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines.

On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began.

For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities.

Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all.

He could not see.

He could only listen.

As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered.

Then, just before dawn…

The guns fell silent.

For the first time all night, there was only stillness.

It was the most frightening sound of all.

Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see?

There was nothing to do but wait.

As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort.

Then he saw it. Not a British flag.

The American flag. Still there. Still flying.

That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it.

That was the Star-Spangled Banner.

The very flag Key saw through the morning mist.

The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian.

Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn.

He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry.

Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies.

The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.

[Jim Geraghty @jimgeraghty]

"But a goal will not count if a player is offsides."

"When is a player offsides?"

"Whenever anything exciting happens."

[Dr. Naomi Wolf. 8 NYT Bestsellers. DPhil, Poetry. @naomirwolf]

How is this not the most important and most watched video in the news stream today?

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@megbasham Oooo an accidental 1 time benefit, quick let's burn the constitution.

[Tim Pool @Timcast]

Since there is no legal deadline for ballot receipt the GOP should set deadlines in red states for blue districts beyond January 3rd thus negating the election entirely and shorting democrat representation in congress

[Ryan Visconti @ryanvisconti]

Christianity is the reason women are treated as equally valuable in our society instead of subjugated.

Christianity is the reason that slavery was ended in our society.

Christianity is the reason we allow other religions to exist in our society.

Christianity is the reason we have laws that declare the accused as innocent until proven guilty.

Christianity is the reason we care for the elderly, handicapped, and poor instead of disposing of them.

Christianity is the reason we sacrifice for the good of future generations.

So yah, teaching the Bible in public schools is probably a good idea.

[Joshua Garrison @Bearded_Bigot]

I bring home a trapped coyote and let it loose in the kitchen.

Hackles up. Teeth bared. Pissing on the floor.

My wife says, "Get it out."

I tell her that is a very unwelcoming and unchristian way to speak about a future house pet.

The children back into the hallway.

I tell them it's a rescue.
I tell them fences are fear.
I tell them cages are barbaric.
I tell them the old rules were cruel.
I tell them it will domesticate in time.

Then I grab my lunchbox and leave them to live with my principles.

When I get home, there is blood on the floor, and the experts who sold me on compassion are already explaining why nobody could have seen this coming.

Anyway, that's Western migration policy.

[Phil Labonte 🇺🇸 @philthatremains]

this would be a good thing

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@wil_da_beast630 Then why do lesbians have such a surprising high domestic abuse rate? What's the logical impetus?

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@caroljsroth And automatically put on trial at the end of term.

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@LPMisesCaucus @tonyannett And increasing the labor pool by > 50% in 10 years.

[GiffordLee @Cliffordkens]

@philthatremains @krassenstein And here I thought they need double the space and better lighting so they can actually park correctly. My bad.

[Megan Basham @megbasham]

Good. Now what about Collins who conspired with Fauci to cover up their gain-of-function projects?

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

I’m sick to my freaking stomach reading Tulsi Gabbard’s declassified bombshells. They laid out the entire treasonous plot: weaponizing the Zelensky phone call to impeach Trump, with Rudy Giuliani squarely in their crosshairs next.

This wasn’t politics—it was a straight-up coup by corrupt deep state actors to overthrow the will of the American people.

These people belong in prison for this shit. Deeply disturbing and downright terrifying.