🚨BREAKING: A U.S. citizen was riding his bike in Laredo, Texas… when Border Patrol agents pulled alongside him and illegally tried to block him in.
When he kept riding, they chased him down, physically grabbed him by the arm, and immediately started demanding identification and asking where he was from.
He told them he born in Laredo, Texas.
But that was not good enough.
The agent asked, “What high school did you go to?”
He answered that, too… and they still kept demanding ID, over and over again.
The Fourth Amendment exists for a reason. In America, law enforcement don’t get to randomly stop people, physically grab them, and demand identification because they feel like it.
Being on a bike isn’t a crime.
You also don’t have to carry an ID on you unless you are operating a motor vehicle… which he was not.
So, demanding an ID, without probable cause, is illegal.
And the cherry on top? When the man went to use his phone, an agent tried to stop him by grabbing it… apparently unaware the entire encounter was already being recorded by his glasses.
If Border Patrol can stop an American born citizen riding his bike, demand his papers, and put their hands on him without stating a lawful reason… every American should be paying attention.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
I wouldn’t be where I am today without the love and support that @MichelleObama has poured into me over the years. Her story — from her South Side roots to the White House and beyond — is a central part of the Obama Presidential Center.
Magnitude 7.8 earthquake in the Philippines today.
CCTV footage of a grandmother trying to protect her grandchild during the earthquake.
This happened 4-6 hours ago.
@elonmusk This individual relies on US entitlements and offers false information to taxpayers. He is the real power behind the government, focusing solely on himself rather than the future.
Here’s Fuckface going full Hitler, calling the press the “enemy of the people” because he’s a miserable fucking failure & gets all butthurt if anyone asks a real question. But the child-raping sack of shit’s got it all wrong. HE is the enemy of the people.