I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?
Pure talent vs. awkward silence
Carrie Underwood delivered a spectacular a cappella rendition of “America the Beautiful” at President Trump’s inauguration.
Kamala Harris stood right behind her, apparently clueless on the words, looking stone-faced, while others sang along.
From the NYT interview with Erika Kirk:
"The sheriff met her in the hospital. He offered her the option of seeing the body but, she said, advised against it. The bullet, he explained, had ravaged Mr. Kirk’s neck.
“With all due respect,” Ms. Kirk remembered saying, “I want to see what they did to my husband.”
She was braced for the worst, but what she saw surprised her. “His eyes were semi-open,” Ms. Kirk said. “And he had this knowing, Mona Lisa-like half-smile. Like he’d died happy. Like Jesus rescued him. The bullet came, he blinked, and he was in heaven.”
She had not been able to kiss him goodbye when he left the house earlier that morning. She did so then."
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🚨BREAKING: Jesse Waters: “I'm glad people are losing their job. Every person losing their job for celebrating Charlie's assassination is a step in the right direction."
We will continue to expose every last one of them.
BEAUTIFUL: Greg Gutfeld's monologue was fully dedicated to honoring Charlie Kirk
"THIS SHALL BACKFIRE. Look at the history at those murdered because they were good. MLK Jr's dream did NOT die with him, or JFK's or Lincoln's... Their legacy grows. And Charlie's will too. Beyond his wildest dreams."
"If you want to kiII an idea, of the WORST thing you can do is kiII the man behind it. Because that gives the idea not just legs, but also wings. And also millions of louder and stronger voices. Ours, AND yours." 🙏🏻🇺🇸
In loving memory of Charlie Kirk, a fearless patriot & man of unwavering faith who dedicated his life to America.
"It's bigger than you, I want you to remember that... It's bigger than me - you are here to make somebody else's life better, the pursuit of liberty & freedom."❤️
Charlie Kirk’s wife is in this image you see. While some of you mock and celebrate his death, she’s experiencing a level of pain most of us could never imagine. She just lost her husband. Their children just lost their father. A family has been shattered.
Charlie wasn’t just a public figure—he was a man with a wife who loved him and kids who needed him. No matter your politics, no matter your disagreements, celebrating someone’s death is pure evil.
Disagree with his ideas if you want, but don’t forget he was still a human being. A husband. A father. A friend.
If you’re cheering right now, you’re not exposing Charlie, you’re exposing your own lack of humanity.