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LOVER of all things #BRAVES since ‘91 🪓⚾️ #UGA DAWGS 🏈#sicem 🇺🇸 #patriot #wife #mom #christian #USA #MAGA #MAHA🗽#dogmom #catmom

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

Our hearts are heavy today for 19-year-old Pvt. Isabella Gonzales of Carrollton, Texas. This brave young soldier was killed Friday in Iranian missile and drone attacks on a U.S. base in Jordan.

At just 19, she selflessly answered the call to defend our nation. Her courage and sacrifice will never be forgotten.

Sending deepest condolences and prayers to her family, friends, and all who loved her. May God wrap you in comfort and grant her eternal peace.

Thank you for your service, Isabella. You are a true hero. 🇺🇸

[Rand Paul @RandPaul]

Requiring an ID and proof of citizenship to vote is common sense.

It’s time to pass the SAVE America Act. RT if you agree.

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@esgusrdo @MLB @TMobile So happy for him! And I am #maga You need to educate yourself!!!

[FOX Sports: MLB @MLBONFOX]

Repost if your team is in 1st place at the All-Star Break!

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@LindseyGrahamSC This is truly heartbreaking news. He was one of the good guys. Prayers for his family and friends. 🫶🏻😔

[ESPN @espn]

Erling Haaland, in his first-ever World Cup, led his nation of less than six million people to the quarterfinals, their best-ever finish.

He scored seven times in six games and made his mark on the global stage.

The viking king 🇳🇴

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@renejohnson4 @IngramRadio @BarrettSallee Nope. Gotta get those concession sales! 🤦🏻‍♀️

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@shadowlord7899 @Cardinals Not good.

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@IngramRadio Y’all can go ahead to your hotel. No more baseball tonight. 🥴

[U.S. Soccer Men's National Team @USMNT]

You believed. You filled stadiums. You brought the game into homes and communities across the country.

Most of all, you showed everyone what this crest means. Thank you.

[Atlanta Braves @Braves]

Happy Fourth of July, #BravesCountry! 🇺🇸

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble.

The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation.

Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured.

He succeeded.

The British agreed to free the doctor.

But there was a catch.

Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines.

On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began.

For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities.

Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all.

He could not see.

He could only listen.

As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered.

Then, just before dawn…

The guns fell silent.

For the first time all night, there was only stillness.

It was the most frightening sound of all.

Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see?

There was nothing to do but wait.

As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort.

Then he saw it. Not a British flag.

The American flag. Still there. Still flying.

That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it.

That was the Star-Spangled Banner.

The very flag Key saw through the morning mist.

The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian.

Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn.

He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry.

Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies.

The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.

[The Vigilant Fox 🦊 @VigilantFox]

Have you ever heard the Declaration of Independence read out loud?

You should. It’s the greatest break-up letter ever written.

At just 33 years old, Thomas Jefferson, with cold moral clarity, told the British government to pound sand:

“Whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends [life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness], it is the Right of the People to alter or to ABOLISH it.”

The power of that line isn’t just what it says. It’s how it’s said.

Jefferson wasn’t writing from a place of outrage. He was transmitting conviction—moral clarity delivered from a steady frame of mind.

It’s said Jefferson revised the Declaration of Independence with the help of Franklin and Adams dozens of times before it was finalized.

And that deliberate, cutting language, paired with emotional steadiness, is precisely why the words still land 250 years later.

Today, we’re blessed to be the inheritors of the great nation those steady hands wrote into existence.

Happy Birthday, America. 🇺🇸

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

Good Bless America!

Happy 250 years of FREEDOM! 🇺🇸

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

[Nate 🐶🏈 @NateDawgUga]

@Braves

[Atlanta Braves @Braves]

Braves win!

#BravesCountry

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@Braves Look what Mateo can do!!! Hit and steal bases! WOW!!!

[LL @JoeysGaPeach]

@mlbbowman He could at least lean in a little more at the plate and see what happens. 🤔🙄

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

Saw this on FB: 🔥 🔥

On day 1 of my high school history class, our teacher got up and said:

“You are 15 or 16 years old. 200 years ago, people your age were married, planted crops, had children and built a cabin before winter.

You can do your homework. The bar is set embarrassingly low. You are not dealing with regional famine or plague. You do not have to save your family from marauders or go into battle to destroy your enemies.

You just have to sit down and learn from someone who cares about you in a safe air-conditioned room.

You have no excuses.”

This is the kind of teachers we need.