Strength 🇺🇲

The People Won! Let's unite to save our country & freedoms. Respect our Vets!
Proud Independent, Conservative. Pro-life. No Apologies. No Fear. America First.

[Trad West @trad_west_]

Jonathan Sia was only 23 years old and just one week away from graduating when he was hospitalized with a kidney disorder.

After being intubated, he could no longer speak. In his final moments, his father said Jonathan began gesturing as though he could see someone.

He handed him a pen and paper, and although Jonathan was barely strong enough to hold it, he managed to write three words: “Jesus is real.”

Seconds later, his heart stopped. Jonathan passed away with a smile on his face.

Rest in peace.

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

Always remember Nika Shakarami.

[Masih Alinejad @AlinejadMasih]

Let me introduce you to a brave hero from my country, Iran.

She was 16 years old. Just a girl. And on the streets of Iran, she did something braver than most people do in a lifetime: she took off her hijab and burned it in public. Right in front of the regime. Right in front of the world.

That was her crime: civil disobedience. A teenage girl refusing to obey men who claimed authority over her hair, her body, her life.

Her message spoke for millions of Iranian women:

To every man who rules over women in the name of religion, honor, or culture: We do not obey you. Your laws were never made for us.

This is what real power looks like: unarmed, unafraid, unbowed.

For that defiance, she was arrested. Her family says she was tortured and killed after falling into the hands of security forces. The Iranian authorities denied responsibility and gave a different account of her death.

Her name was Nika Shakarami. She was 16.

Now ask yourself: How many women in the West know her name? How many know what she risked for a freedom they have never had to fight for?

Say her name: Nika Shakarami.

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

@GuntherEagleman I love Chewy. They have been customer focused for years.

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

@NiallHarbison Thank you for sharing. I'm sorry for your pain, I do understand. You are an incredibly brave and loving human. God bless & keep you. ❤️

[Gabriel 🐾 @Gabriel_Cas_Cer]

Jesse

No fue un psicólogo.
No fue una pastilla.
No fue una charla ni una escapada al mar.
Fue una perrita.
Una que nadie quiso.
Una que llevaba el frío metido en los huesos,
la soledad clavada en la piel,
y una oreja quebrada como mapa de las tormentas que atravesó.
Llegó sin pedir permiso,
con hambre en el estómago
y un mundo entero en la mirada.
No hablaba, pero me dijo todo.
No lloraba, pero sangraba en silencio.
No pedía amor, pero lo regalaba como si le sobrara.
Y fue ahí, justo ahí,
cuando la abracé por primera vez,
que lo supe…
No la rescaté yo.
Ella vino a rescatarme a mí.
A enseñarme que el alma no respira con aire,
respira con bondad.
Que los abrazos más sinceros tienen pulgas,
y que los milagros no caen del cielo,
caminan con cuatro patas
que te siguen por la casa todo el día.
Ella, la que todos ignoraron,
la que llevaba una oreja torcida,
como una bandera de guerra;
la que el desamor volvió "intensa"…
Ella, me devolvió la vida.
Y desde entonces lo sé:
cuando sientas que te ahogas,
que no puedes más,
que el mundo se te cierra…
buscá a uno como ella.
Abrázalo.
Y volvé a respirar.
Porque hay peluditos que no vienen a llenar un hogar.
Vienen a salvar un alma.
Rescata.
Ama.

[Pit Bulls Against Discrimination @pitbullsad]

There is no such thing as a dangerous breed but, there is no shortage of dangerous humans

[𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ♱🇻🇦 @BillArnoldTeach]

A former Protestant noticed something about Catholic worship that she couldn’t unsee.

She had spent years thinking Protestants were the ones putting Jesus at the center.

Then she went to Mass.

Watch this.

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

Filmed three week ago at Oregon State Penitentiary. The man is James Baxter.
Serving the last eight months of a six-year sentence.
The dog is Rocky, an eight-year-old German Shepherd.
James got Rocky as a puppy. Had him for nine months before his incarceration. James's mother took Rocky.
Promised to care for him until James got out. But she passed away suddenly two years ago. Health emergency. Rocky went to James's brother. Brother kept him for six months. Then brother lost his job.
Couldn't afford to keep Rocky. Surrendered him to a shelter.
James found out three months ago. Devastated.
Thought Rocky had been adopted years ago. Prison chaplain Father Michael discovered Rocky was still at a local shelter. No one had adopted him. Father Michael arranged this reunion through a special visitation program.
This was the visit. Security footage shows James sitting at the metal table. Hands clasped.
Shaking. Visitation door opens. Volunteer Sarah enters with Rocky on leash. Rocky sees James. Freezes.
Just stares. Six years. James drops to his knees on the floor. Says one word: "Rocky."
Rocky yanks the leash from Sarah's hand. Runs.
Crashes into James. Both go down on the floor.
James is sobbing. Deep, body-shaking sobs. Wraps his arms around Rocky. Buries his face in Rocky's fur.
Can't breathe. Rocky frantically licking James's face.
Checking every inch of him with his nose. Making crying whimpering sounds. Both of them shaking.
The guard standing in the corner turns away. Wipes his eyes. Father Michael watching from the doorway.
Also crying.
James told us through tears: "Six years. I thought Rocky had forgotten me. Thought he'd been adopted by a family. Finding out he was in a shelter this whole time destroyed me."
The shelter is holding Axel until James's release in eight months. James's sister agreed to foster Rocky until then. James said: "Rocky waited six years in the shelter system. Now he just has to wait eight more months. Then we're never separating again."
Father Michael told us: "James has been a model inmate for six years. Never caused problems. When I found out his dog was still waiting, I had to make this happen. Redemption isn't just about paying your debt. It's about coming home to what you love." Sometimes forgiveness has four legs and waits six years.

[Trad West @trad_west_]

This is the priest who died on the Titanic to hear confessions and administer last rites.

Given the opportunity to board a lifeboat on two separate occasions, Father Thomas Byles firmly declined. He chose instead to stay behind, absolving sins and consoling the doomed passengers.

Following the vessel's collision with the iceberg, he assembled the remaining crowds on the aft deck.

Those who lived through the disaster recalled him standing bravely amid the panic, listening to confessions, granting collective absolution, and reciting the Rosary right up until the ocean claimed the stern.

This is the type of story we should elevate, heroic virtue. May the Lord bless us with more holy men possessing the courage of Father Thomas Byles.

[U.S. Marshals Service @USMarshalsHQ]

Celebrating National Dog Day with a big salute to our incredible USMS K9s! 🐾

#USMarshals #USMSK9

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[A Gene Robinson @AlBuffalo2nite]

MEMPHIS BURGLAR PICKS THE ONE HOUSE HE REALLY, REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE 😂

MEMPHIS, TN | SATIRE

Somewhere in Memphis, a man is reportedly lying awake reconsidering the precise sequence of decisions that brought him through the wrong window at 3:15 in the morning.

Meet Derrick “Dee” Caldwell.

Derrick allegedly went looking for a house to burglarize.

He found Ray’s house.

This was unfortunate.

Ray is a retired corrections officer, amateur taxidermist and a man who apparently considers ordinary home security insufficiently entertaining.

Neighbors reportedly heard screaming around 3:15 a.m.

At first, they assumed somebody had received the wrong Waffle House order.

Nope.

That was Derrick discovering Ray’s security system.

Apparently Ray doesn’t have “Home” and “Away” modes.

Ray has “Armageddon Mode.”

Floodlights came on bright enough to make Arkansas squint.

A speaker erupted with Ray’s recorded voice:

“WHO GOES THERE?!”

And then came Brutus.

Brutus is a pit bull who apparently heard the security alarm and interpreted it as his opportunity to enter the NFL draft.

Derrick reportedly made it about six feet into the kitchen.

Six.

Then Brutus introduced Derrick to the hardwood floor with sufficient enthusiasm to make Derrick reconsider burglary as a viable career path.

And where did Derrick land?

Beside Ray’s homemade deer jerky.

Even the snacks had taken Ray’s side.

Then Ray came downstairs.

Pajama pants.

Cast-iron skillet in hand.

Completely calm.

Ray later explained that the skillet was “for balance.”

Ray…

Nobody believes you.

He reportedly looked down at Derrick, who was now on the floor negotiating the terms of his surrender with Brutus, and asked:

“Son, did you mean to break into my house, or are you just terrible at Google Maps?”

Derrick allegedly answered:

“Sir, I made a mistake.”

Ray reportedly replied that this was “the first accurate thing he’d said all night.”

By the time police arrived, Derrick was apparently extremely cooperative.

This may have had something to do with Brutus still sitting on him.

When asked what lesson he had learned, Derrick reportedly concluded that perhaps you shouldn’t burglarize the house with a truck outside bearing a bumper sticker that says:

“I WRESTLE GATORS FOR FUN.”

Solid takeaway, Derrick.

Ray reportedly declined to pursue anything further, explaining:

“The boy’s pride is gone. That oughta be enough.”

So somewhere tonight, Derrick may be staring at a ceiling contemplating how one poorly selected window resulted in a complimentary seminar covering home security, canine physics, deer jerky and catastrophic decision-making.

And Brutus?

Brutus probably went back to bed wondering why DoorDash delivers directly to the kitchen now.

Memphis.

Come for the barbecue.

Stay because Brutus has your pants.

😂😂😂

#Memphis #ShelbyCounty #Satire #AStoneGroove #SilentMajoritySpeaks

[Lj Priest (Trader Jill) @RealTraderJill]

Yesterday was a wee bit heavy, so I'll keep it a bit lighter today!

This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while courtesy of SavageMomLife.

"So sweet. How many souls have you fed him already?"
😅🤣😂

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

@RealTraderJill Awesome!

[Strength 🇺🇲 @Freedom_9982]

She will be missed!

[Karoline Leavitt @karolineleavitt]

Serving as the White House Press Secretary over the past year and a half has been the honor and adventure of a lifetime. I am incredibly grateful to President Trump for granting me so many extraordinary opportunities, such as working in the West Wing and spending countless hours in the Oval Office, flying around the world and meeting foreign leaders, and traveling across our beautiful country and meeting Americans from all walks of life.

Most of all, I am thankful to the President for entrusting me with the distinct privilege of speaking on his behalf at the White House podium. I have spoken with great pride about the many historic accomplishments of this Administration, and I have relished holding the liberal media accountable and ensuring the American people hear the truth about President Trump’s successes.

Being a mother and welcoming a new baby while working in one of the most demanding jobs in the world has been the most rewarding yet challenging season of my life, to say the least. The truth is since returning to the White House after the birth of my daughter, I have felt in my heart that I cannot be the best mom my two young children deserve while devoting the constant time, energy, and attention required of the White House Press Secretary — and that is why I have ultimately made the bittersweet decision to depart the White House and embark on a new chapter in my life.

President Trump has asked me to continue serving as a top advisor to him on the outside, and I will always remain a vocal advocate for MAGA and the Republican Party.

Our country is facing an existential threat from an increasingly extremist Democrat Party that seeks to destroy everything great about America, and I believe it is incumbent upon all of us who care about this country to fight back against that threat. My fight is entering a new phase, but it is far from over.

Thank you again to the President, the First Lady, and the entire Trump family for your kindness and generosity over the years. Thank you to our amazing Chief of Staff Susie Wiles for empowering me since the day she hired me on the campaign, and to the President’s cabinet, my staff, colleagues, and friends at the White House who work so hard on behalf of our nation. It has been a privilege to serve alongside so many accomplished and impressive people, and I look forward to cheering them on over the next two and a half years.

And of course, thank you most especially to my loving and supportive husband and family for the sacrifices they made for me to serve in this role. ♥️🇺🇸

[Bexxy @Bexxy__19]

UPDATE ON GERALD AND HIS MURDER

I apologize for the lack of update yesterday. Work was a total shit show. I was absurdly pissed off. My patience was beaten harder than a metal chair being used in an MMA fight. And quite frankly I did not have the emotional capacity to withstand the participation in the mafia efforts of Gerald and his gaggle of murderous bandits.

To my dismay Gerald knew...he knew all of it.

How do I know you may ask...

Well today there was no egregious demands.

There was no nuts, or thievery.

No shiny objects brought forth onto my property.

And no seemingly aggressive negotiations held.

Gerald and his bevy of raven-black feathered Soldiers simply...

watched.

From the power lines.

From the fence posts.

And one from the rooftop across the alleyway, which quite honestly, felt unnecessarily tactical in my opinion; but I digress.

No problems were caused.

Just observation.

They were scouting.

Studying my movements....where I was going...how i interacted with my neighbors...just watching me from afar.

Waiting to see what my next move would be.

Somehow, this was much more concerning.

Time had passed and then Gerald came and sat next to me.

I sat too.

We suddenly found ourselves staring at one another for quite sometime.

Quietly learning...about ourselves, about one another.

Gerald nodded.

I nodded.

Gerald "hmmm"

I "hmmm" in response.

We began the negotiation proceedings.

The conversation was long. Complicated even.

Honestly, the negotiations took several turns, raveling back and forth.

Gerald "caw"

Me "mmm"

Gerald "coo"

Me "mmm hmmm"

Then a comfortable silence fell between us once more.

It was the kind of silence of two souls that have seen heinous shit and understand that somethings just don't need to be spoken aloud but in silence they acknowledge.

After several minutes, and suspense filling the air...

Gerald looked off into the distance.

I also looked into the distance.

Gerald looked back towards me.

I looked back towards Gerald.

He nodded, ever so slowly.

I nodded back.

A consensus had been made.

To what?

I have no fucking clue.

Whatever it was, we are both ready to die for it.

Then Gerald fled.

I thought the meeting had been adjourned.

I was was in fact wrong.

Because 3 minutes later, Gerald returns with a twig.

Another crown appears with a twig.

Then another.

And another.

At this point I sat perfectly still because when a harmonized murder of crows start devising something right in front of your eyes, interrupting feels like the beginnings of a curse.

They designed the twigs into what can only best be described as the utmost shittiest looking crown one should ever see. It was beautiful.

Gerald nudged it towards me.

I stared for a moment longer, and in a whisper asked "Gerald, is this for me?"

Gerald "CAWWW"

Naturally...I put it on.

Then Gerald bowed his tiny fucking head.

The entire power line erupted in what I hope was cheering...could have been screaming, or a declaration of a full on war with the next county.

But the ceremony was complete.

They named me King.

No, not Queen.

KING.

I made no effort to correct them.

Who the fuck am I to question Crow Law? I think the fuck not.

I stood upon my newly acquired Army of Avion Species, and with my newly crafted crown of which made by twigs, leaves and what I seriously hope to be string...

and performed my first official act as Supreme.

I grabbed the Good Spoon, and hovered over Gerald's majestic feathered wings...

and said "By the power irresponsibly and most certain mistakenly granted to me by this Order, I hereby knight thee General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of thine Power Line, Collector of Nuts, First General of the Crow Army, and Right Hand to the King."

Gerald bowed.

I bowed.

The Army squawked.

and then....

Every fucking one of them fled.

In the same fucking direction.

Gerald stayed beside me.

If only for a moment.

He stared at me.

Bored deep into my soul.

Gave one final nod.

and then, he flew in the direction our Army went.

I don't know where they went.

I have absolutely no idea what I fucking agreed upon.
I'm unsure why they needed a King?
I do not have any clue as to what Gerald is plotting.

So in conclusion:

Yesterday, Gerald was a mob boss out for blood.

Today, he gathered intelligence.

and tomorrow...

WE FUCKING RIDE!

To where? I'll leave you shiny bungholes to guess.

I better go stalk up on some fucking walnuts.

Chao!

[Bexxy @Bexxy__19]

UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:

Things have escalated.

I repeat.

THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.

For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.

Well.

This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.

Alone.

Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.

No screaming.

No hopping around.

Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.

I said, “Morning, Gerald.”

He tilted his head.

I gave him a walnut.

He did not eat it.

Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.

Message received.

The offering was insufficient.

So I went back inside and got more walnuts.

When I returned…

THERE WERE NINE CROWS.

Nine.

Yesterday there were seven.

Gerald is fucking recruiting.

And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.

This isn’t a bird friendship anymore.

I’m funding organized crime.

I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.

Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.

Gerald immediately screamed at him.

The little one dropped the second walnut.

I have accidentally created an economy.

Gerald controls distribution.

There’s a hierarchy.

There are consequences.

I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.

Then Gerald flew away.

I thought we were done.

WE WERE NOT DONE.

Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.

A bottle cap.

A shiny rock.

And…

MY FUCKING SPOON.

HE RETURNED THE SPOON.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.

Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.

So I still cannot get my fucking mail.

I tried approaching.

He puffed up.

I backed away.

That mailbox belongs to the organization now.

At this point I’m just a tenant.

Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.

I’ll keep everyone updated.

But if I suddenly stop posting…

Gerald found out I told you.

[Rob Schneider 🇺🇸 @RobSchneider]

To my friend Bill Maher,
Disgraced proven liar and fake scientist Anthony left his so called ‘diary’ on Government servers and computers. Those machines are owned by the People
of the United States of America.

Senator Rand Paul did not go into this knowing killer of untold gay men through his approval of the death inducing poison AZT, Anthony Fauci’s personal computer or written Barbie Diary (which I’m sure Fauci also has) and peruse sneakily.

Bill, you protestith too much in your attempt to regain favor with your Leftist Hollywood goons because we both know their backyard parties are better than conservative’s super modelless backyard parties.

I would hope, Bill, that you would look at the blatant hypocrisy that was found on this six feet distancing making it up as he goes along lying garden gnome and have more sympathy for the children’s lives that were forever cheapened due to his unscientific demand to close schools.

Or to the hardships put upon toddlers who had the misfortune of being recently born in Democratic run cities who were traumatized by being forcibly masked by complete Liberal miscreants.

Or how about having a little more of your Bel Air mansion empathy for the Front Line Nurses and Doctors and members of armed forces who were summarily fired for refusing to be jabbed with an experimental gene therapy that science fiction Fauci assured was “completely safe and effective,” while privately admitting in his government owned server ‘diary’ that these injections did NOT do as he publicly said.

Perhaps it is because you have no children so you didn’t see first hand the loss of connection in this tender moment of their precious lives.

Maybe it’s because none of your rich show biz friends had kids in College who had to go online instead of the classroom
and who missed out on what was supposed to be the most fun time
of their young adulthood.

Or could it be that you didn’t have a loved one die during the Fauci Covid lie, like my mother Pilar in January 2021, and was told by the state of California that we could not have a funeral to honor our mother because Dr. Anthony Fauci said ‘the science said it wasn’t safe.’

Outdoors and against the tyranny of equal medical hypocrite, California’s Gavin Newsom, we had a funeral for my mother anyway. It was my middle finger to Newsom and Fauci and all the other medical lying miscreants like brainless
Joe Biden and Vodka swishing Kamala Harris.

So, Bill, you will have to excuse my lack of giving a sh%t that this curmudgeon of gain of function may have had his personal thoughts of self idolized grandiosity exposed along with the myocardial infarction he sustained after Fauci himself was covid jabbed.

In conclusion, Bill, it is my sincere hope that this son of bitch goes to jail for lying to Congress and for ruining peoples businesses and lives.
But most probably, this truly pathetic diary and his eternal embarrassment may be the only real justice Americans and indeed the world ever see!

Still your pal,
Rob Schneider

https://t.co/XNgvs2Bbqp

[Chad Prather @WatchChad]

Let’s take a PRAISE BREAK

Before we ask God for one more thing, let’s praise Him for what He’s already done.

Thank You, Lord, for doors You opened, doors You closed, battles You fought that we never saw, and mercy that met us every morning.

You were faithful when we were afraid. You were present when we felt alone. You were working when we couldn’t see it. And You have never stopped being good.

So today, we don’t praise You because everything is perfect. We praise You because You are.

“Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.” - Psalm 150:6

I’ve still got breath… so I’ve still got a reason to praise. Hallelujah!

[Carat @Caarat1]

He's 26. Apple offered him $8.4 million for the tongue-controlled retainer he 3D-prints in a San Diego apartment on a $180 Prusa. He said no

The retainer sits inside your mouth like an Invisalign tray. Inside it: a miniature accelerometer array wired to a Bluetooth LE chip, all encapsulated in medical-grade epoxy he sources from a Kearny Mesa dental supply company for $28 a bottle. It reads tongue and bite pressure patterns at 240 samples per second, translates them into cursor movements and click gestures, and streams the output to any device paired over Bluetooth. Total hardware cost per unit: $47. He wears his own retainer eleven hours a day and hasn't touched a mouse in six months

He posted a demo video to Reddit r/AssistiveTech in October showing a full 47-minute Cursor coding session controlled entirely with his tongue and bite gestures. The post hit the front page in nine hours. An Apple Accessibility engineer found it through a Hacker News crosspost three days later. Tim Cook quote-tweeted the demo the following Wednesday - called it "the accessibility hardware Vision Pro should have shipped with." Apple's business development team wired an $8.4 million acquisition offer to his lawyer in November for the retainer design, the embedded firmware, and a three-year exclusivity contract that would make Apple the only distributor globally. He declined the offer in December. His public statement was seven words: "This should be open. Everyone needs it." He open-sourced the firmware and STL files on GitHub the same day

Apple Vision Pro burned $3.5 billion in R&D on the premise that spatial computing input requires their proprietary hand-tracking silicon and their multi-year hardware roadmap. Neuralink raised at $2 billion on the same premise for neural implants. Tobii runs at $340 million selling eye-tracking hardware to accessibility clinics at $12,000 per unit. He runs a Prusa in a San Diego apartment printing a $47 retainer that a nine-year-old with cerebral palsy in Argentina downloaded and printed at her local library last week

[Whiplash437 @MrWhiplash_]

🚨America, a leaked AUDIO has everyone talking after it reportedly captured a private conversation aboard Air Force One. Not because of controversy—but because of something President Trump allegedly said to his pilot that has many people looking at him in a completely different way. When you hear the words, they paint a picture of shared sacrifice that many people weren't expecting.

According to the story, during a recent 12-hour international flight, the cockpit communication system accidentally remained active, recording what was meant to be a private conversation between President Trump and his pilot.

Trump reportedly asked,
“How long have you been flying Air Force One?”

The pilot replied,
“Fifteen years, Mr. President. You’re the fourth President I’ve flown.”

Trump then asked,
“Do you have children?”

“Yes, sir. Three of them—two daughters and one son.”

That’s when Trump reportedly said something that quickly spread across social media:

“I know these long trips keep you away from your family. I know you miss birthdays, school events, and bedtime stories. I understand because I’m missing time with my own 10 grandchildren too. But remember this—you and I are making these sacrifices for them. We’re giving up time with our families so they can grow up in a stronger America. So your children can have a brighter future, and my grandchildren can inherit a nation worth believing in. We’re not just flying today—we’re helping build tomorrow. Thank you for making this sacrifice alongside me.”

The pilot, reportedly emotional, responded,

“Mr. President... thank you for saying that. No one has ever...”

Trump then replied,

“You’re a father before you’re a pilot. Just as I’m a President before I’m a grandfather. Our families will be waiting for us, but today America’s children are counting on all of us.”

For many people, this story reflects the idea that Trump viewed the pilots, crew members, and staff not simply as employees, but as parents and family members making sacrifices together in service of the country. ✈️🇺🇸

👍 Drop a thumbs up and type: WE’RE BUILDING THEIR TOMORROW.

Comment: Pilot and President sacrificing family time together—that’s unity through service.

Share if you believe every family’s sacrifice deserves to be appreciated.

Inspired by President Trump’s known character and values of service and sacrifice.

#fblifestyle #lifestyle #Trump #weather #RecordBreaking