There's a Fucking Surprise 🙄
The party of Racism had to pay people to be Racist just to make Conservatives and President Trump "be racist". When the demorats are the party of Racism.
"I'm offended by you being offended. I'm offended that you shot at my President 3 times. I'm offended that you attack My God, My Country, My Family and My flag".
We are all exhausted by the manufacturerd Racism, DEI, WOKE, Anti-american, Hate our Military, act like a bunch of degenerates and still think there are 9000 different genders.
Piss off Demorats
Eat shit @splcenter
Dear delusional left,
Oh, bravo. You've really outdone yourselves this time. After scraping the absolute bottom of the barrel for years, you've crowned your shiny new hero: Hunter Biden, the drug-smoking, whore-mongering, laptop-ditching degenerate who's somehow supposed to make us all clutch our pearls in admiration. What a glowing example of leftist "values." You people don't just tolerate human garbage; you polish it, pardon it, and parade it around like it's some kind of trophy. Why do you always pick the most repulsive, lowlife grifters to worship? Because deep down, they perfectly reflect your rotting, hypocritical souls: entitled, corrupt, and utterly allergic to consequences.
Hunter isn't a "flawed artist" or "troubled son." He's a walking, talking (when he's not nodding out) advertisement for everything wrong with elite privilege. This Ivy League parasite latched onto Daddy's coattails like a tick on a bloated carcass. Board seat at Burisma? Check...hundreds of thousands a month for "expertise" in absolutely nothing while Joe was point-man on Ukraine. Emails proving he sold access? Laptop from hell full of dick pics, drug logs, and "10% for the Big Guy"? All real, you gaslighting freaks. You called it Russian disinformation, memory-holed it, then quietly admitted it when the election was safely stolen. Classic. Then the China grift, millions funneled through shady deals with CCP-linked scumbags. Hunter jetting around on Air Force Two, shaking hands with communists, while his "public servant" father pretended it was all above board. Genius. Zero experience, maximum payout. That's not nepotism; that's straight-up treason-adjacent influence peddling, and you clapped like seals for it.
Domestically? This degenerate couldn't even pay his taxes, owing over a million while blowing cash on hookers, Bentleys, and enough drugs to sedate a small village. Lied on a federal gun form while addicted? Convicted. Tax felonies? Guilty. Yet somehow the system bent over backward, deals fell apart, and then Saint Joe issued the most corrupt blanket pardon in history, covering a decade of sleaze after swearing he wouldn't. Because nothing says "family values" like shielding your crackhead kid from the law you pretend to uphold for everyone else.
And don't get me started on how Hunter was elbow-deep in the Dementia Joe cover-up. Him, Jill, and the rest of the puppet masters hiding the vegetable-in-chief from the public, autopen signatures, scripted photo-ops, and outright lies about his mental state. Hunter wasn't just aware; he was complicit in deceiving the country so the grift could continue. What a stand-up guy. Truly presidential material for your pathetic fanfic. You freaks revere this walking embarrassment because he is you: rules don't apply when it's your guy. Peddle foreign cash, abandon your kid, film yourself railing hookers on camera, destroy evidence, lie under oath, whatever. Just keep voting Blue and screaming about "democracy" while your heroes live like Saudi princes on stolen money. The rest of America sees the emperor's new clothes are stained with cum, coke, and Chinese yuan. Keep worshipping your trash icons. The country is laughing at you, and the bill for your delusions is coming due. With zero respect and maximum contempt, Someone who actually pays taxes and obeys the law.
P.S. Spare me the "addiction is a disease" sob story. Plenty of addicts don't get presidential pardons or multimillion-dollar sinecures. Hunter's real disease is being the spawn of a corrupt political crime family and you simps are the willing enablers. Disgusting.
The last voice message.
He almost didn’t answer. It was one of those days.
Busy. Loud. Everything felt urgent except the things that actually mattered. His phone buzzed on the counter. “Mom calling.” He looked at it…let it ring…then picked it up just before it stopped.
“Hey, Ma. I’m kinda in the middle of something....everything okay?”
Her voice came through soft, a little thinner than he remembered. “Oh, I know you’re busy. I won’t keep you. I just…I was thinking about you.” He smiled, but not the kind she could see. “Yeah? What’d I do now?” That little laugh of hers came through the line, the same one from when he was a kid, when everything in the world could be fixed with her voice. “Nothing. I just…I had a dream about you last night. You were little again. Running through the yard, chasing that old dog of yours…what was his name?” He closed his eyes for a second. “Rusty.” “That’s right…Rusty,” she said, smiling through the phone. “You used to think he understood everything you said.” “He did,” he laughed. “Better than most people.” She paused. Not awkward. Just…full. “You were such a happy kid.”
A notification popped up on his screen. Work. Urgent. Always urgent. He shifted his weight. “Hey Ma, I really gotta run. I’ll call you later, alright?” Another pause. Longer this time. Then, gently... “Of course. I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You’re not bothering me,” he said quickly. “I just....today’s crazy.” “I understand,” she said. And she did. She always did. Then, softer, almost like she was saying it more to herself than to him, “I just like hearing your voice.” Something in him tugged. A small voice said: Stay. But life is loud. And that voice was quiet. “I’ll call you tonight,” he said. “I’d like that.” “I love you, Ma.” “I love you more.” He smiled. “Not possible.” And he hung up. He didn’t call that night. Or the next. Or the one after that. Not because he didn’t care. Because he thought...there’s time.
Three days later, his phone rang again. Not her this time. A number he didn’t recognize. He answered anyway. And the voice on the other end didn’t ease into it. Didn’t soften it. Didn’t prepare him. There’s no gentle way to say certain things. He doesn’t remember dropping the phone. He doesn’t remember the drive. He doesn’t remember walking through the door. But he remembers the silence. That kind of silence that isn’t empty. It’s heavy. Like something important just left the room forever. Her chair was still there. A sweater draped over the back. Her glasses on the table.
Everything exactly where it should be. Except her.
Someone handed him his phone. “You should listen to this,” they said. “A voicemail she left you.” His hands shook as he pressed play.
Static. Then her voice. Soft. Familiar. Home. “Hi sweetheart… it’s me.” A small laugh. “I know you’re probably busy. You always are.” A pause. “I just… I didn’t want to forget to say this.” You could hear her shifting, like she was gathering the right words. “I’m so proud of you.” Another pause. Longer. “And I miss you. Even when you’re just…living your life. I miss you.” Her voice cracked, just slightly.
“But that’s a good thing, I think. Means I got to love you a whole lot.” A breath. “I know you’ll call when you can. You always do.” Then, softer than before, “I just like hearing your voice.” The message ended. But he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink.
Because in that moment…He realized something that no one ever teaches you until it’s too late: The last conversation never feels like the last one. The last “I love you” never sounds different. The last chance never announces itself. It just…passes. Quietly. Like any other day you thought you had more of.
He still has that voicemail. He’s listened to it a thousand times. Sometimes just to hear her voice. Sometimes to punish himself. Most times… both.
So if your phone rings today…If someone who loves you is on the other end…If you get that chance, that ordinary, forgettable, everyday moment, don’t rush it. Don’t “call them later.” Don’t assume there’s more time.
Because one day…that voice will only exist in a recording. And you will give anything, anything...to hear it one more time live.
CONSPIRACY THEORY NO MORE:
Stephen Miller: “The Democrat Party, via the Biden-Harris Terrorist Administration devised a scheme to import illegal aliens into the country by the millions — granting them ‘parole,’ which gives them work permits, which gives them Social Security numbers, which gives them access to the voting booth — and finally hooking them on welfare like Hunter Biden hooked on drugs, all with the sole purpose of participating in U.S. elections and ultimately overthrowing the Constitutional Republic of the United States.”
The whole f**king is seditious,
Just a reminder to many: Hunter Biden had a laptop with pictures of little girls in lingerie. Inappropriate text messages to his brothers wife and his niece.
No matter how funny you think this account (that claims to be him) is....the dude is a ped*phile. His father is one.
Don't forget the children.
Ted Nugent considers fast food and ultra-processed food "chemical warfare" that is poisoning children. He strongly warns families to remove processed foods from kids' diets, blaming them for chronic illnesses and advocating for a shift toward natural, unprocessed meals like wild game.
Do you agree with Ted Nugent?
Do you think Robert Kennedy Jr. is doing a good job cleaning up the food industry?
🚨🇭🇺Thousands are protesting in Budapest against the new government's decision to accept the EU Migration Pact.
PM Peter Magyar is already facing public backlash over migration policies.
New Hungarian government wasted no time embracing EU agendas.
@MattWallace888 Summer 2026.
All bets are off, but I'm guessing a bunch of False Flags, several pandemics at once, a financial collapse, riots, a border surge, National Emergency, Martial Law, aliens and WW3.
Then the Data Center controlled Surveillance Drones.
Happy 250, America! 🇺🇸
3 men wearing partial hazmat suits captured on camera entering the sewer networks in NYC 👀
I believe something much bigger is going underground.
The World Cup is only days away! Stay on high alert.
Oh look 👀 newest residence of 5 California voters…. a portapotty!
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You literally can’t make this shit 💩 up!😏
This is how the Dems get the votes needed to take them over the top ..after counting for days after the election!
We need one day voting & 🆔!👊🏻❤️🇺🇸 No curing!
🚨 HOLY CRAP! JD Vance just WENT OFF after an elderly man DIED as part of a fraud scheme busted by the Trump admin
He was supposed to be getting health services. HE GOT ZERO.
"That man lived his final moments on this earth NEGLECTED while a FRAUDSTER got rich by providing services that he never actually provided!"
"Nothing, no services, no help, no check-ins, and the very man, the vulnerable elderly man that he was supposed to be protecting and looking after was reimbursed by the taxpayer in order to do exactly that, that man died."
"And one day before he died, after months of being neglected by the caretaker who was getting reimbursed by the American people, one day before he died, he submitted his final reimbursement for services he never provided for a man he never cared for."
"That's what we're trying to stop, ladies and gentlemen, that's what we have to fight back against. It's a shame that anything like that happens."
"But if it does happen, the only way to protect those people and the only way to protect the American taxpayer is to ensure that the fraudsters go to prison and that they stop this ridiculous scam on the American people."
- Never Forget Fridays - C19
Look at them smiling. Zero fear until the masks are on once filming begins.
Do you think any of these people actually took the 💉?
I don’t.
♦️OUR WORLD IS NOT THE SAME♦️
Henry Nowak’s sister posted this to share memories of her brother
He was stabbed, handcuffed in
Southampton, U.K. pleading with Police
that he couldn’t breathe
He is gone. not forgotten
This should not be happening….
Oh Shizzles… 👀
🚨There’s Real Hope for California: SCOTUS could potentially END “Election Month” Once and For All!
Right now, the U.S. Supreme Court is preparing to rule in a major case called Watson v. Republican National Committee.
What the case is about:
Federal law has long set a clear Election Day for president, Senate, and House races—the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. But some states, including Mississippi (and California), allow mail ballots that are postmarked by Election Day to still be counted if they arrive several days later.
Mississippi gives a five-business-day “grace period.”
Challengers argue this violates federal law that says ballots must actually be received by Election Day.
What it implies for California and the country:
The Supreme Court heard arguments in March, and most justices appeared READY TO SIDE WITH THE CHALLENGERS. If they rule that way (expected this month), it would strike down those post-Election Day counting windows in roughly 15 states plus D.C.—including California’s rules—for all federal elections.
That means no more “ballots keep trickling in” for days or weeks after polls close.
How impactful could this be?
Absolutely Huge. It means Faster, clearer results on Election Night instead of weeks later.
This is checkmate
https://t.co/uvSwZnMHIi