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If we replaced all 535 of our DC "representatives" with people who have lots of common sense but No Ties To Donors or lobbyists - they would probably Balance the Budget and solve most of our problems within a month or two.
I was born in 1961 IN AMERICA.
So my name is William Michael Holte, not Kwame Mensah, Kofi Asante, Kojo Owusu or Chinedu Nwosu.
I celebrate Independence Day, NOT JUNETEENTH.
I celebrate Christmas, not Kwanzaa.
I’m not AFRICAN-American, I’m AMERICAN.
I’m not a BLACK American, I’m an AMERICAN.
My loyalty belongs to America, not to any fake African identity.
My history is American history, not African history.
My colors are RED, WHITE, and BLUE - not red, black, and green.
My anthem is the Star-Spangled Banner, not the Black National Anthem.
My flag is the Stars and Stripes, not the African Union banner.
My symbol is the bald eagle, not the Black Power fist or the letters "BLM."
I went to a white Catholic college, not an HBCU.
I got ahead through hard work and good education, not DEI and Affirmative Action.
In school, I recited The Pledge of Allegiance TO AMERICA.
I support The U.S. Constitution, not the weaponization of it against American citizens.
My future is tied to America’s success, not to racist democrat takeover policies.
And my president is Donald J Trump, not anybody else.
Who's with me on this?
Ireland 🇮🇪
If you have Irish ancestry or if you visited Ireland, please keep our little Emerald Isle in your thoughts and prayers.
We’re fighting for our country’s future:
If you’re in a position to, please help us:
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Something good is happening at this World Cup.
The Scots turned up. The English turned up. The Norwegians turned up. They sang their songs, got stuck in, and the Americans loved them for it. Glasgow and Boston are getting twinned off the back of it.
For 30 years we’ve been told to view the US as some sort of Great Satan — all imperialism and orange-man clichés. Not everyone buys it of course, but enough do.
And then Europeans actually go, and find a place that feels familiar. Makes sense to them. A bit richer, a bit further ahead, but recognisably ours. Settled by Europeans, still deeply European in its bones.
There’s a gathering-of-the-clans feeling to it. Old neighbours discovering they still like the same songs, the same drink, the same daft humour, and genuinely enjoying each other’s company.
None of it’s a surprise, really. It’s just been buried under so much politics that we forgot we were allowed to enjoy it.
Good to be reminded.
🚨 WOW! Sen. Mike Lee is REFUSING TO BACK DOWN off the SAVE America Act following a closed-door Senate GOP meeting where John Cornyn reportedly pushed back on Lee's approach
LEE: "Those who disagree with my support for the bill or the aggressive strategy I’m proposing for getting it passed are free to do so. But I’m not stopping." 🔥
"The SAVE America Act would help save America by restoring election security, which has gotten dangerously weak in recent years." @BasedMikeLee
KEEP FIGHTING for secure elections! 🇺🇸
Proof the media is brainwashing the world into hating America
“I feel like I've been lied to my entire life about America — if you log on to the news, everything's bad — Everything's terrible. It's not. It's absolutely f*cking amazing. Are you kidding me?”
The reason for this is very simple, the global mainstream media is roughly 80% left leaning. Meaning it’s all liberal propaganda so of course the world is going to hate a hateful propagandized view of America
Democrats: "I hate America."
Meanwhile, a tourist from Munich is crying tears of joy at a Texas Buc-ee’s because he just discovered brisket and a 40oz Icee.
The Tartan Army has reached Kowloon!
Sources tell us they’ve drunk the place dry and eaten every Saugus Wing in sight.
After two weeks of marching through Boston, turning every street into a party, they’re off to Miami after tomorrow’s match. Take em down pals!
No Scotland, No Party! 🏴
🎶 Take me home, take me home…
We’ll miss the Scots. Safe travels, lads 🙏🏻
@TartanArmyGroup@shaunvlog_
Give this man a follow if you can.
He’s got a good FB following but not here on X.
He posts some really great eye opening videos and deserves a bit more exposure on here.
Will try and share some of his content so you can see what I mean like this one for example which is truly shocking.
Especially the female trying to justify sex with children. 🤬🤬🤬🤬
https://t.co/Cq5gR76iyi
“How's a worldwide soccer tournament in the U.S. done more for foreign relations than the United Nations?”
“We need to break bread at the same table without politics being somewhere in the middle. We need to embrace humanity when we can. We needed this.”
It’s incredible to see the unity happening across the U.S. right now!! 🔥🙏🏼👇🏼
.@SenJohnKennedy,
Is it true that you’re publicly supporting the SAVE America Act,
but then privately attacking those Senators that are actually pushing for the SAVE America Act?
It looks like you’re up for re-election in 2028.
Tenía 6 años cuando un huracán me arrancó la vida de golpe.
Recuerdo el agua entrando por la calle.
Las sirenas.
El miedo.
Y mi voz gritando:
“Mamá…”
Pero mamá ya no podía responder.
Entonces apareció él.
Un policía empapado, caminando contra la tormenta.
Se arrodilló delante de mí, me cubrió con su chaqueta y me dijo:
“Te tengo. Ya estás a salvo.”
Después me levantó en brazos y me sacó de allí como si yo fuera lo único importante en medio del caos.
Pero lo que cambió mi vida no fue solo que me rescatara ese día.
Fue que volvió al día siguiente.
Y al otro.
Y al otro.
Iba al hospital con comida, cuentos, dibujos y algo que yo necesitaba más que nada:
Que alguien no se fuera.
Una noche me miró y dijo:
“No sé si estoy preparado para ser padre…
pero no puedo dejarte sola.”
Y no me dejó.
Me adoptó.
Me dio una casa.
Me dio un apellido.
Me enseñó que la bondad no siempre hace ruido.
A veces llega empapada, con un uniforme azul, en mitad de la peor tormenta de tu vida.
Años después, me puse ese mismo uniforme.
No para parecer una heroína.
Sino porque un hombre decidió quedarse cuando cualquiera habría podido marcharse.
La primera foto es el día que me salvó.
La segunda, el día que entendí que algunas personas no solo te rescatan de una tormenta.
Te enseñan a convertirte en refugio para otros.