New UFC lightweight champion Justin Gaethje dropped a legendary line after his HISTORIC upset over Illia Topuria.
Joe Rogan pointed out that he was a 6-1 underdog going into the fight.
GAETHJE: “Hey, I’m from America. 250 years ago we were WAY bigger than 6-1 dogs!”
“And look at us thriving now!”
“To all the current, former, and future military service members, thank you so much.”
“Thank you so much to all of the first responders, police officers, firefighters...you guys have no idea how grateful I am...”
“And all glory to God. I prayed so much for this opportunity, to do something legendary.”
“And I know that was absolutely legendary because I cannot even believe it.”
You ruined San Francisco then somehow got elected to be governor and ruined California
Not a crime I guess but I’m sure you got some shady corrupt shit in the closet
Today, my wife & I joined Donald Trump’s hit list. He has directed his Department of Justice to investigate us. They have not found a crime - they are simply trying to find one.
He isn't coming after me because of mean tweets, but because I am considering running for President.
He hates that I consistently call him out. He is simply the most corrupt President in American history.
We have nothing to hide.
Mr. President, come after me. I am not going anywhere.
The country is watching.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
Every single voter in California should watch this
Republican Chad Bianco gives his one minute pitch to become the next governor of California at the final primary debate
“I'm the Sheriff of Riverside County, Southern California. I am the 4th largest sheriff's office in the entire country, 4,500 employees, 5 jails, contract cities. I have 17 of them. I'm the chief of police of 17 cities, 17 city councils, mayors, all of those things.
So I run a $1.3 billion budget per year in the black (meaning zero over spending) because I believe that government should not be spending more money than what it has.
I am the only person on this stage that has 33 years of proven public service based on integrity, honesty, character, transparency, and most importantly, proven leadership.
California does not deserve, or should we have, another career politician promising you pie-in-the-sky ideas. What we need is a proven problem solver, a leader who will combat the policies that have ruined most of your lives and make California the dream that we all had once again”
Listen to every single word of this if you are a California voter
Chad Bianco is promising
- A balanced budget
- No over spending
- Law and order
- Enforced laws
- A crackdown on homeless money being laundered
- He’s proposing to abolish the state income tax
The choice for Govenor couldn’t be more clear
Vote for Chad Bianco
Oh my GOD this is great A GAP INTEGRITY here
Head on a swivel
Eyes on your target
Same foot, same shoulder
Send them to the gulag
TEACH TAPE!!! https://t.co/09XGrmxaqn
LeBron has been unreal this playoff, but that lack of effort after the turnover down two with one minute left in the game and then your guy goes and gets an easy bucket is crazy