FinDiesel

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

Napoleon Dynamite & Eurotrip. Everyone could sing ‘Scotty Doesn’t Know’! Good Times!

[ARMY1325AIR @army1325air]

Veterans when you were deployed… what was THE movie?

The one that somehow got played 500 times.
The one everyone could quote.
The one that made the whole room stop for 2 hours and forget where you were.

Could be funny. Could be terrible. Could be pure nostalgia.

Drop the movie and the story behind it.

Read the comments… that’s where the real memories are.

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@TedRall I’d rather you work and pay for your own healthcare like the rest of us.

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@piperboywilliam Anthony both instigated and escalated the entire thing. Please try to keep up.

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@tariqnasheed His coach. Would you go sit in an opposing football team’s locker room? For track meets, the seating covered with your school’s emblem is your ‘locker room’.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. They sell food here in the sizes of war. A single jar of mayonnaise as large as my helmet. I bought two. One must always keep a reserve.

I entered a hall so vast it had weather. Shelves to the heavens. And upon them, no small things. No humble portions. Everything sized as if for a siege.

A bag of rice I could not lift alone. A tower of paper as tall as a child. Forty-eight of one thing, ninety of another, a vat of oil that could float a boat. And the people pushed carts the size of carriages, loading them as if the snows were coming and would not leave for years.

I understood at once, and I was moved to my core.

For it is written that a house is judged not in its feasting but in its famine — by whether, when the long winter comes, it can feed its own without bowing to any lord. This nation does not shop. This nation provisions. Every family a fortress, stocked to outlast a siege that is not coming, has never come, and against which they remain magnificently, gloriously prepared.

So I provisioned. I filled a carriage-cart to the brim. Rice for a regiment. The helmet of mayonnaise, and its reserve. Enough paper to write the history of the world. Twice.

And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a calmer man would not:

"Let the hardest winter in a thousand years descend. Let the roads vanish and the rivers freeze. I will not so much as rise from my chair — for I hold, in my garage, mayonnaise enough to outlast the apocalypse, and a man with that much mayonnaise fears no season, no army, and no god."

The woman checking receipts at the door studied my cart a long moment.

Then she smiled. "Big family?"

"Not yet," I told her, honestly.

I took my provisions home. And because no winter came — none ever does — I did the only honorable thing a man can do with a fortress full of food.

I fed the whole street.

We ate for a week. The mayonnaise held.

So tell me, America.

You call it buying in bulk. A Costco run. A little too much, as usual.

I call it every household quietly ready to survive the end of the world —

and then, when the world stubbornly refuses to end,

throwing a feast instead.

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@GBNT1952 @jakeshieldsajj I’m pretty sure the guy’s name was sirhan sirhan, a douchey name so good they had to name him twice.

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@toys_retro Flash?

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@TiffanyFong Weird question… I thought they said in biology class that it was a bad idea for your baby if you guzzle shots while pregnant. F the science I guess. 🤔

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

This is a big deal: Hegseth just got rid of Satanic belief systems from the list at Dep of War. Another great day for America, a Christian nation built on Christian principles, whose covenant w God guarantees the unalienable rights of every human. https://t.co/R4PVA1oroZ

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.

He glanced at me. Something passed between us.

"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where it turned.

For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.

A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.

Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he handed me the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have been trusted with castles.

I have never been more honored.

He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.

I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will ever correct the other.

So tell me, America.

Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?

Have you ever once asked him why?

I think he is still standing there.

Guarding the fire.

Waiting for one person to understand.

[Spencer Pratt @spencerpratt]

God always wins.

[Trad West @trad_west_]

Jesus Christ is the standard of perfect manhood.

He had unmatched courage, unwavering discipline, selfless love & bold truth.

If every man today would strive to be like Christ,
the whole world would be transformed.

This is your call: Pick up your cross & follow Him!

[John A. Monaco @johnamonaco]

I truly believe that within 50 years, Catholics will be singled out as those “weirdos” who do two things:

1) have special needs children—because everyone else will have already bought into the belief that children with disabilities ought to be killed in the womb.

2) visit and help the aged and infirm—because everyone else will euthanize them at the first moment of unavoidable suffering.

While postmodern society goes headfirst into the “throwaway culture” and the “culture of death”, Catholics will be distinguished as the ones who still believe in the dignity of life.

[🇺🇸RealRobert🇺🇸 @Real_RobN]

When I finished casting my ballot in the LA mayoral primary on Tuesday, the Dominion machine asked whether I wanted to review my ballot in case I had changed my mind about any of the candidates.

I selected—Yes.

Guess who came up first? Spencer Pratt.

The machine asked if I had changed my mind, and I selected—No.

Then guess what?
It didn’t even bother asking me about the other candidates or ballot measures. It simply said, “Your ballot is complete.”

Basically: Thanks, now fuck off.

The whole fucking thing is rigged.

In other words, a communist freedom fighter who basically burned L.A. to the ground and had no water to put it out wins the primary.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.

I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.

So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.

The owner asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

[LHGrey™️ @grey4626]

Introduction

This spares nothing. Not a fucking thing. Congress is beyond fixable.

The 535 who sit in Congress are not representatives.

They are a parasitic class that has colonized the machinery Washington bled to create and turned it into a feeding trough for donors, foreign interests, and their own perpetual power.

This is not policy failure.

It is institutional pathology…a legislative body that no longer fears the people it claims to serve and has therefore become the enemy of the republic it was meant to protect.

Washington would have recognized the pattern immediately.

He hanged spies and shot mutineers because he understood that internal betrayal is more lethal than any foreign army.

Jefferson named the remedy in plain language…the tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.

The current Congress has made its choice.

It has chosen to become the tyrant.

Every last one of them must go. Root and branch.

There is no reform left that can save what they have already sold.

The only question is whether the American people still possess the spine to do what the founders would have done when the forms of government became the instrument of its own destruction.

This piece is not an argument.

It is the only conclusion left.

Period.

https://t.co/QGF9LxhuHV

[FinDiesel @FinDieselNTX]

@TheCalvinCooli1 Who cares about a DJT named highway? We wanted the SAVE America act. Both sides of the aisle, 80% of all voters.

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@Sassafrass_84 Order more.

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@LionelMedia Everyone complained about everyone you just mentioned.

[Eyal Yakoby @EYakoby]

Thomas Massie: “There is zero evidence that Iran was trying to build a nuclear weapon, Netanyahu is warmongering.”

The Deputy Speaker of the Iranian Parliament: “We tried to develop nuclear weapons, but couldn't keep it secret.”