🚨UPDATE - BELFAST VICTIM // STEPHEN OGILVIE
Doctors report things are looking GOOD and that ‘Stephen is a fighter’ 🔥
They tried to bring him out of the coma but he wasn’t doing well so they induced him again
They will try to gradually take him out again soon
His throat has had to be stapled from one side to the other
His left eye and socket have been completely lost
He’s had two surgeries to rebuild his nose
Doctors say they are focusing on treating the swelling to his face
Thoughts and prayers are with him 🙏
Black pilot, West Point graduate, and combat veteran Wesley Hunt delivered a masterclass response:
“Hey Jasmine… Black pilot here.
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.
Suggesting that Black pilots, engineers, doctors, or leaders need special preferences to succeed is not empowering, it’s insulting.
I didn’t want a different standard. I wanted the same standard.”
He ended with a powerful line:
“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.”
This is the kind of clarity and backbone America needs right now.
What kind of government warns us not to enter very dangerous countries, yet lets people from those same countries just walk into ours without a passport?
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
@nicksortor@SoCalCaniac Read the below a few times and you will understand why they are acting and doing the crazy things there doing. "HAVE NO SELF CONTROL" 👈 ...
It’s been 591 days since Rhiannon Whyte was murdered by a Sudanese illegal.
It’s been 222 days since Wayne Broadhurst was murdered by an Afghan illegal.
And STILL not a single word from Keir Starmer.
Just a reminder that the ONLY Republican running for Mecklenburg County (Charlotte NC) District 1 dropped out of the race...
...BECAUSE NOT A SINGLE PERSON WAS ARRESTED FOR FIRING SHOTS AT HIS HOME WHILE HIS WIFE AND KIDS WERE INSIDE!!!!!
Local police SPECIFICALLY CONFIRMED the attack was targeted at Aaron Marin.
Bullet holes can be seen in trees, cars, mailbox, and his kid's basketball hoop. Marin's ENTIRE FAMILY was forced to leave their home and Aaron says they live in, "constant fear."
He says his kids no longer even feel safe to play outside and they are moving now.
CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN WHY ZERO MAINSTREAM MEDIA OUTLET COVERED THIS??????!!!!!!
REPUBLICANS ARE LITERALLY BEING SHOT AT AND THERE IS SILENCE FROM THE MEDIA!!!!!!
WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE?!!!!!!