Last week, a Muslim woman entered our family ranch store and asked for Halal beef. When I told her we do not offer it, she demanded to know why not. As she turned to leave, I extended my hand in a simple gesture of goodwill—only for her to refuse it outright. The same person who expects us to accommodate her faith’s ritualistic slaughter of our livestock—complete with specific blessings and throat-cutting methods—could not bring herself to touch a Christian man’s hand. It was a stark reminder that some demands for tolerance flow only in one direction: ours.
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.
Caller: I don't know what to do. My husband just died within the last week or so.
Dave Ramsey: Oh, my.
Caller: And I went to call my sister, only to find out that her husband had died in February. So, we're both in the same boat.
But the reason I called is because I don't know exactly what I should be doing in terms of the mortgage.
I received a letter from the mortgage company where they were doing the annual escrow analysis, and they've upped the mortgage payment almost $1,000.
Dave Ramsey: Mmh. And how old are you?
Caller: 76.
Dave Ramsey: How old was your husband?
Caller: 85.
Dave Ramsey: What happened?
Caller: He fell at home and he went to the VA hospital, and they in turn transferred him to a civilian hospital, and seven days later he died.
They don't know exactly why he died; they were guessing. But...
Dave Ramsey: What was his name?
Caller: Monroe.
Dave Ramsey: So, do you have children?
Caller: He has three grown children. I have three grown children. They're all on their own.
Dave Ramsey: Which one of your three children is the responsible one?
Caller: My daughter.
Dave Ramsey:Didn't take long to come up with that name.
Call her today, okay? Call your daughter as soon as you hang up with us, and then we will have one of our coaches call you within 24 hours, and we'll make sure you got food money set up.
We'll make sure that you got a good budget and you got a good handle on where you are. Somebody walking with you and helping you do this stuff. And again, we don't need any payment from this. This is... my Bible says to take care of widows, and that's what I'm doing. So... and it's our honor to do that for you
Your country is the world’s largest sponsor of terrorism and has killed Americans, Europeans, and Jewish people worldwide for decades.
@realDonaldTrump@SecWar are currently in the process of blowing the shit out of you and @JDVance@SecRubio are trying to talk you into becoming a decent country. Sorry sorry we inconvenience your soccer.
Rise up and overthrow your shithead leaders and you’ll get treated like France next time.
@DefiantLs Mehdi Taremi, a terrorist supporter and IRGC asset, publicly echoed a genocidal regime slogan, then complained about enhanced security.
He’s not just another footballer. When you promote the rhetoric of a terrorist regime, don’t expect to be treated like an ordinary traveler.
Chick-fil-A tastes like the chicken grew up in a gated community with two married parents, family vacations, and organic feed.
KFC tastes like it grew up in a trailer park where Dad went out for milk and scratch-offs in 2007… and the milk’s still in the fridge.
@Fonzi_@WallStreetApes@grok@grok is it the plastic in the pods that has this chemical or is it in the cascade detergent, been using the large cascade bottle
Sure you could spend twice as much for whatever Ford has on the lot these days or you could hop a flight to Atlanta to pick up this 1989 F-150 Lariat 4x4 with a 5.0 and less than 100,000 miles on it and drive home over 4th of July weekend to have the best white boy summer ever.