Again, you will never find happiness in rebellion against God and his created order. It’s a fool’s errand. The way to happiness is through humility, recognizing that he is God and we are not. Embrace that, trust God’s perfect will as revealed in scripture, and be happy. 😊
Obviously not everyone on the Left is mentally ill. That’s an absurd proposition, and an Ad Hominem argument. However, “happiness” metrics like those reported here are not to be dismissed lightly…
New study shows Conservatives are happier than Liberals
“Mental illness is emerging as its own political identity and is most heavily aligned with leftist political ideology and causes” https://t.co/EESc9Uy1K4
Of course, there are many on the Right living in rebellion against these realities too. And I bet studies would prove they’re less happy as well. Unfortunately, though, it’s mostly the Left that is seeking to codify and compel this rebellion on the rest of society…
THIS is exactly why socialism never works.
There is no one in the government, and especially in the US Senate, smart enough to know how much money someone else should earn.
In America, the sky is the limit. We don’t impose a 100% tax on earnings above a level set by the government.
Socialists do that. And that’s why there are no trillionaires, billionaires or rich people in socialist countries. Everyone is in poverty together, except for people in government. They’re the only rich ones.
“We found 146,000 kids so far. Some of these kids claimed that they were raped over 600 times. I don't care who you are. If you can't stand for law enforcement to go find these kids, who are you?” @SecMullinDHS
Bill Maher just went so hard against Islam, it left his guests in stunned silence.
It all started when Maher recalled how people overused the term “Islamophobia” after 9/11.
He says that moment was the “beginning” of a “wokeness” that forbade you to say this out loud:
“There is such a thing as Western civilization. Remember after 9/11, if you said ‘clash of civilizations’? It was the beginning of sort of that wokeness where, ‘Oh, don’t say that. That’s Islamophobia.’”
“No, it was a clash of civilizations. The civilizations are very different, and OURS IS BETTER!”
[Guests stare at each other in silence].
Maher continued: “And if you’re not clapping, spend a week in a Muslim capital, you wouldn’t last.”
🚨 BREAKING: A BOMBSHELL House Oversight report just dropped confirming Gov. Tim Walz and AG Keith Ellison KNEW about rampant Minnesota fraud for 6 YEARS — but wanted to keep votes, so didn't target the Somalis
IT'S CONFIRMED, now file CRIMINAL REFERRALS against Walz and Ellison! 🔥
"They still allowed payments to go out to fraudsters...concerns of potential racial discrimination claims."
Oversight is now asking the WH fraud task force to review ALL MN social programs
Claw back the billions and lock up the officials who allowed it!
37 years after the Tiananmen Square massacre, the Chinese Communist Party still fears the memory of that night, because it reveals who they truly are.
On June 4 at the Tiananmen Memorial in Washington, DC, I spoke about the slaughter that should have changed everything, the decades of quiet accommodation that followed, and why standing with those who still resist the regime’s demand for total (actual or performative) submission is more urgent than ever.
I also highlighted a remarkable new series of never-before-seen photographs from June 4, 1989, published today on the front page of The Epoch Times. Please take a moment to view them (the link is in the thread below!)
Here are my full remarks 37 years after the Tiananmen Square massacre, at the Victims of Communism (@VoCommunism) Memorial, Washington, DC, June 4, 2026:
Good evening, everybody.
My name is Jan Jekielek. I'm the senior editor at the @EpochTimes and author of a book titled Killed to Order: China's Organ Harvesting Industry and the True Nature of America's Biggest Adversary. And this nature is something that we haven't gotten right, and we should have when Tiananmen Square happened, when the massacre happened.
So, tonight we remember the victims of the Tiananmen Square massacre, the students, the workers, and the ordinary citizens murdered on June 4, 1989 for daring to imagine a freer China.
On the front page of The Epoch Times today we are publishing a whole series of never-before-seen photos that were contributed to us recently. They were taken by a state media photographer 37 years ago. These are very powerful images. I encourage you to check it out. The person who put these together, Eva Fu (@EvaSailEast), she's actually here doing an article on this event, so I hope you get a chance to speak with her later today.
It's a striking historical fact that the same day, June 4, 1989, Poland held its first semi-free parliamentary election since the communist era. Solidarity won a landslide victory, and hope began to spread across Eastern Europe, and the Berlin Wall fell. In Poland, people chose freedom, but in China, the regime chose slaughter.
The massacre itself was monstrous, but hope died twice that year, first in the blood of the streets of Beijing, and again when the United States responded not with sustained accountability but with quiet accommodation.
Just weeks after the killings, the administration at the time secretly dispatched the National Security Advisor and the Deputy Secretary of State to Beijing. Their mission was to signal to the Chinese leadership that America would ride out the storm of public outrage and work to restore the strategic relationship. Most Americans never knew about this back-channel.
For decades, we pursued a policy of engagement, telling ourselves the comforting story that trade and money would change China, that economic integration would liberalize the regime and make it a responsible stakeholder. The opposite happened: The Chinese Communist Party changed us.
It turned us, it turned our openness into vulnerability. It captured influence in our institutions. It made us economically dependent on a system built on lies, on repression, and on brutality.
And then, in the year 2000 the regime launched something even darker, a large-scale industrialized forced organ harvesting industry built on the bodies of Falun Gong practitioners, which they had started persecuting the year before.
The crime rested on two pillars, very vicious dehumanizing propaganda, and also a vast system of mass arbitrary detention that eventually ended up serving as the source of the organs.
For 14 or 15 years, the world largely turned away, and emboldened by this, the regime expanded the same machinery of dehumanization and mass incarceration to the Uyghur people, and perhaps even to others.
This is why the memory of Tiananmen remains so urgent. The Chinese Communist Party has never abandoned its core demand, total submission, or at least the appearance of it. Anyone who refuses, whether through faith, through conscience, or simple human dignity, becomes a target.
That is why we must stand with those who still resist:
• Falun Gong practitioners who continue to practice and speak the truth,
• and the millions who have joined the Quit the CCP or the @TuidangMovement to renounce their ties to the communist party, the youth league and the young pioneers,
• the white paper protesters of 2022 including brave young people like Zhang Junjie who stood alone in Beijing holding a blank sheet of paper a silent indictment of censorship and tyranny and paid a terrible price,
• Christians worshiping in underground churches,
• Tibetans demanding their culture and faith,
• and of course Uyghurs and Kazakhs enduring camps and surveillance,
• and every individual across China who chooses conscience over performative or actual loyalty.
Their courage is living proof that the spirit the regime tried to crush in 1989 is not dead today.
We are finally beginning to move in the right direction, I think, recognizing the true nature of the threat and starting to correct the mistakes of all-out engagement, but we must go further by remembering Tiananmen and standing firmly with all those who resist. We honor the dead and keep the flame of hope alive.
Thank you.
@FalunInfoCtr@TuidangMovement@hrichina@ZhouFengSuo@chinaaid@TibetPeople@UyghurCongress@UyghurProject
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.