This evil company @pfizer makes its blood money first by permanently injuring people, then making more money on treating the symptoms the people suffered from the first drug!
JUST SO WE’RE CLEAR:
I never cared that you were trans.
Until you started rubbing it in my face.
I never cared what color you were.
Until you started using your color to get extra "rights" that none of us have.
I never cared about your politics.
Until you started condemning me for mine.
I never cared where you were born.
Until you tried to erase my vote and steal our jobs.
I never cared that your beliefs were different.
Until you declared mine wrong.
Now I care.
My patience and tolerance are gone.
And I’m not alone.
There are 80 million of us who feel the same way.
That's why we voted for Trump.
Can I be any clearer?
Obama’s ICE Chief got a Presidential Award for removing almost 1 MILLION illegal aliens.
Trump's ICE Chief got called a Nazi for doing the same thing.
Y'all wanna know what's funny?
It is the same person!!
Meet Tom Homan
A Somali man tried to behead a white British man on the street of Belfast last night. That is what genocidal violence looks like.
We cannot live like this. This is why we started @SaveEuropeAct. We need Remigration now and that British man needed remigration yesterday.
Enough.
During the Los Angeles Dodgers annual Pride Night event, pitcher Blake Treinen and outfielder Alex Call were the only two players who declined to wear the rainbow-themed Pride caps. Both players chose to wear the team's standard blue and white caps instead.
Courage & Respect!
Hey Jasmine…
Black pilot here.
I think you missed the plot.
Then again, that’s becoming a pattern.
I graduated from West Point.
I went through Army flight school.
I learned to fly the AH-64 Apache.
I deployed to combat and flew 55 combat missions over Baghdad.
Nobody handed me a cockpit because of my skin color.
Nobody lowered the standards for me.
Nobody looked at me and said, “Let’s check a diversity box.”
That’s what people like you don’t seem to understand.
Suggesting that Black pilots, Black engineers, Black doctors, or Black leaders need special preferences to succeed is not empowering, it’s insulting.
I didn’t want a different standard.
I wanted the same standard.
And when you’re flying into combat, the American people don’t care what race the pilot is.
They care whether the pilot is qualified.
Merit isn’t racist.
Excellence isn’t discriminatory.
And reducing every achievement to skin color says far more about your worldview than it does about mine.
Nobody asked them to do it. Nobody trained them for it. They were just two teenage boys — the kind you pass on the sidewalk and barely notice — leaning on their bikes in the summer heat when they saw something no child should ever have to experience.
A man walked away with 5-year-old Jocelyn Rojas. She was supposed to be playing outside. She was supposed to be safe.
And in that single, awful second — while most of us would have been paralyzed, reaching for a phone, waiting for someone with a uniform and a badge to show up — these two boys made a choice.
They got on their bikes and they went after him.
No hesitation. No waiting for permission. No "someone else will handle it." Just two pairs of legs pumping hard through the streets of Lancaster, eyes locked on a stranger who had a little girl that wasn't his.
They tracked him. They stayed close. They didn't let him disappear into the afternoon like something that was never going to be found.
And then they confronted him.
Two teenagers. On bikes. Against a grown man who had already done the unthinkable. They forced him to stop.
He let Jocelyn go.
"The entire thing lasted only minutes." — Lancaster Police
Minutes. Because two boys closed the distance fast enough to interrupt it. Because they were raised — by someone, somehow — to believe that other people's emergencies are your business too.
When reporters asked one of them afterward why they did it, he gave the most deflating, most beautiful, most teenage answer imaginable.
He shrugged.
"I just felt like it was the right thing to do."
No speech. No GoFundMe. No press conference. Just a kid who saw a little girl in danger and couldn't make himself look away.
Jocelyn went home. She was reunited with her family. She got to grow up.
Because of two boys on bikes who hadn't been asked, hadn't been trained, hadn't been paid — and did it anyway.