America-hating leftists openly called for FIFA to relocate the 2026 World Cup up until the last minute to protest Trump and ICE, claiming it was unsafe for visitors.
Turns out millions of visitors from around the world traveled here without incident and fell in love with America and everything it has to offer in the process.
Total victory. We should be proud.
In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B.
I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt."
I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch.
Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?"
I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look.
"...I have only just arrived."
"Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section.
The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor.
A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice.
I bowed slightly. I could not help it.
Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?"
"...I was paying respects to your blade work."
He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter.
"Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left."
I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect.
"Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter."
Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped.
Then the storm came.
I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes.
H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home.
They drive toward it.
During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked.
A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER.
Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose.
I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey.
He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do.
"Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again."
"...How long?"
"Sixteen days."
I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word.
"...You are not a butcher, Dale."
He picked up his knife. "Sure I am."
In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself.
The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars.
A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it.
I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so."
I did not tip him. He would not let me.
I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point.
The shelf is the point.
Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it.
A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it.
The bread was there.
"Today, tomorrow, hell, every day of the year is the best day to be a red, white, and blue-blooded, flag-loving, meat-eating, God-fearing, gun-owning, eagle-riding, unapologetic, kickass American."
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? 🇺🇸
MASSIVE SCANDAL UNFOLDING IN DENVER
You will want to read to the end. Absolutely shocking corruption and coverup.
Denver City Council blocked Denver International Airport from leasing space to Key Lime Air, because the airline worked with ICE.
There was just one problem…
It violates FAA rules.
So what did they do?
City attorney Miko Brown allegedly urged the airport to fabricate an investigation into the airline’s safety record to cover up for illegally discriminating against the airline for political reasons.
When word got out, Brown and Mayor Mike Johnston flat out denied it.
However CBS just obtained an internal airport memo appearing to reveal the entire thing was true.
City officials conspired to discriminate against a private company for political reasons then lied about it to cover it up‼️
The @TheJusticeDept should investigate. @AAGDhillon
Getting someone pregnant makes you a father. Secretly bending the hose your kid is using so the water stops flowing then suggesting that the hose must be broken and encouraging them to look inside as you release the pressure and set Old Faithful off in their face makes you a dad.
Wow, I actually agree with Ro Khanna here and I’m kind of shocked how spot on his assessment on the difference between the two parties is.
What I’m not shocked about is how he’s too stupid to realize how showing this contrast makes the Republican party look like the far better choice for voters who want a better life for themselves and their loved ones future in America.
The choices Ro Khanna just outlined are Capitalism under republican leadership, which has led to growth and prosperity in every single nation in the modern world. Capitalism created the Industrial Revolution, encouraged competition in the market leading to advances in technology, medical research, manufacturing, and innovation. Capitalism created hundreds of millions of jobs in this country making America the envy of the world, where people from all over the globe fled their own countries, many of them destroyed by socialism, communism, and anti capitalism for the chance to make it as a capitalist in America.
The other choice Ro Khanna offered is socialism under Democrat leadership, which has destroyed every single country it’s been implemented in. It only took 10 years for Venezuela to go from a prosperous nation under capitalism, to their citizens eating out of the trash under socialism. If Democrats are the party of free healthcare and education, why didn’t Obamacare make our healthcare better? Why has our education been in decline every single year since Jimmy Carter implemented the department of education?
I truly am impressed, because you absolutely nailed the basic difference between Republicans and Democrats. I honestly didn’t realize you guys actually knew what either party represented, because you’re always just regurgitating the latest talking points about racism or Trump bad.
Thank you for accidentally letting people know in a rare moment of honesty, they should vote Red in November. 👍🏼
Since I’m going to be hearing this for the next 6 months as a Texas voter, let me answer the question:
“You would vote for an adulterer over James Talarico? That’s not very Christian.”
Here’s the truth: I would rather vote for almost anyone else who is going to at least advocate for conservative *policies* over a literal heretic who wears my faith like a skin suit, advocates for policies that harm children, endorses immorality and generally harm society.
Ken Paxton has personal baggage. I don’t deny that. But Talarico has plenty too — and he openly mocks God’s law and treats Jesus as a political mascot all while pushing a radical far-left agenda that would be a disaster for my state.
You see, I’m an adult. I do not expect those who are seeking political office to be my moral superiors or even trustworthy. They are tools to be used to do the least amount of damage via policy.
I wish more pastors and men who live godly lives were running. I really do. But the options we get are what they are.
Paxton supports secure borders, law enforcement, lower taxes, unleashing American energy, the Second Amendment, just to name a few.
Talarico supports unlimited abortion, trans-ing children, higher taxes, government-run “healthcare,” and is incredibly comfortable blaspheming the word of God.
I’m not voting for a priest. I’m voting for an imperfect person to represent my interests. That’s how it works.
You’re not going to guilt trip Texans into supporting a looney tunes candidate like Talarico. Paxton will win by 5+.
It’s about policy, not personality.
RBN on reserve replacement this morning. The story under the story is midstream.
Producers can't replace Tier 1 as fast as headlines suggest. The lag hits the contract layer, not the footprint.
Midstream chases the drillbit. That's table stakes — new gathering, new compression, new plants as the map moves.
What's less discussed: the vintage of the G&P dedications underneath all of it. A big chunk were written in 2015-2018. They're rolling into renewals now.
The basins those contracts are getting re-signed into aren't the same basins.
Less Tier 1 left. Shorter drilling runways. Producers with real data on inventory life. The information asymmetry that favored midstream in 2015 has mostly reversed.
Question worth asking about any producing-basin midstream operator: how much of the outlook still sits on dedications written under old inventory assumptions that haven't re-priced yet?
That answer sorts the next round of winners and losers.
The energy industry touts vast U.S. oil and gas resources, but increasingly limited volumes that can be practically and profitably developed have left producers struggling to replace proven reserves. Today, we analyze the trends that are limiting the industry’s ability to ramp up future output.
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