Christian group ASSAULTED by LGBTQ activists at "family-friendly" Pride event in Columbus, GA, while police stood by and did NOTHING.
A crazy lady attacked them and tried to break their signs. I’m told police saw the whole thing and did nothing. When they decided to leave, the cops claimed that the Christian gathering was "illegal" and a "disruption" to the Pride event, despite being the ones who were attacked.
The cops then tell the Christian group they are "on the radar" and they will "be addressed again" by police if they are spotted.
@EqualProtectGA tells us, “Clearly, the police were trying to intimidate us. We were standing on a public sidewalk with signs and talking to people. We were the ones attacked, but Christians standing for their faith is the problem.”
Why are @CPDGA police harassing Christians while ignoring assaults by LGBTQ activists???
🚨 JUST IN: Stephen Miller says it PERFECTLY
"A vote for any Democrat ANYWHERE, for ANY office, is empowering a party that wants to strip this country to the BONE, to take away our security, our defense, our way of life!"
"Just tonight, I saw a Democrat member of Congress online defending the Antifa terrorists in Texas who were just jailed for shooting an ICE officer!"
"Democrats you grew up with, the Democrats that your mom and dad grew up with, the Democrats that your grandma and grandpa grew up with do not exist anymore at all, not at any level of government!"
@StephenM
🚨Illegal Alien from Guatemala pleads guilty to murdering a taxi driver in sanctuary New York.
Santos Paulino Vasquez-Ramirez strangled the driver to death over the taxi fare, then threw his body into a reservoir to be eaten by animals.
This scum should be sentenced to death.
🚨HORRIFIC: Polk County FL Sheriff’s Deputies just arrested this illegal alien for violently attacking a pregnant woman and then throwing her 18-month-old daughter to the ground.
Gerber Alexander Bamaca Perez is a total third world monster and is now placed on an ICE Hold
Stop calling it socialism. Socialism doesn't fly the flag of a foreign jihad.
What you're watching has a name, an author, and a date.
1982. The Muslim Brotherhood. A document called The Project.
A twelve-point war plan to take the West without firing a shot - capture the institutions, build the parallel society, and recruit a temporary army from the anti-American left.
In 1991 they put it in writing again, in the Explanatory Memorandum the FBI seized and a federal court entered into evidence. The mission, in their own words: a "grand Jihad in eliminating and destroying Western civilization from within… by their hands and the hands of the believers."
By their hands - Muslims. And the hands of the believers, the useful ones. The left.
And The Project tells you exactly what binds the two together. One word. Palestine.
They call it the keystone, the single cause designed to fuse the mosque and the mob.
It lets the jihadist sell holy war as "human rights."
It lets the Marxist sell his revolution as "solidarity."
Same enemy. Same target. One flag over both armies. That is the Red/Green Axis, and it is not a theory - it is a strategy, executed in broad daylight while America looked away.
Now look at your list again. It's not a platform. It's a checklist:
Abolish police and ICE - tear down the walls so the enclaves can't be touched.
Unlimited migration and citizenship - Hijrah. The demographic battering ram.
Property seizure 0 the price the Reds extract for their service.
Pro-terrorist, anti-America - the objective, stated plainly, since 1982.
This is why the Democratic Party died and rose again wearing a keffiyeh. Not by accident. By design.
They were handed a written plan to dismantle the republic. And instead of reading it, they joined it.
The Founders aren't turning in their graves because a party lost its way. They're turning because we were warned, in writing, forty years ago, and we let it march right through the front door.
READ THE BLUEPRINT RIGHT HERE: https://t.co/HsUfOdcDTG
No BS Newshour Episode #421
GARBAGE
VIRAL: The story behind the violent assault at Potbelly.
He's the same a-hole I tackled 10 years ago for mugging my friend.
ANOTHER Whitmer fail: Neither of us knew he was released.
O Canada! We're not your dumping ground. Tariff the trash!
See You Next Tuesday: Dopey Dana celebrates elder abuse.
Big Data Bensons: Moonlighting as the grand dragon of the KKK? What's the silk count on those robes, Madam?
#MeToo Taryn: Former Fox 2 no-talent Taryn Asher's career in ashes. The petulant former personality drops an anchor on her own head.
See? I told you.
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My Mother Will Live 100 Years More
People will continue to speak the name of a woman who gave kindness freely and inspired their strength
By Charlie LeDuff @Charlieleduff
Mother's life was not one of accolades or prizes or financial riches. Mother was a handsome woman who lived a normal life.
But when cancer came to claim her face, it exposed a beauty previously unseen by me.
“That’s the thing about growing old,” she said of the affliction that had stolen her eyes and taken the bridge of her nose and left her in darkness. “Eventually God punishes every woman for her vanity.”
Even so, Mother continued to wear a wristwatch so she might document the hour when her eyesight would return. Of course, it never did. She was 81.
Evangeline Baldis (née Steele) was born in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, the daughter of a truck driver and waitress. In her life, Mother was many things. A factory girl, a florist, a painter, a gourmet, a theologian. She was a wife to three men. Mother to five children. Grandmother of 10. Great-grandmother of three.
She also offered sanctuary to many children lost in the blizzard of drugs and divorce known as The Eighties. There was always a warm meal at her table.
At that time, men were packing their bags and walking out the door and women were left to go out to earn the bread. Naturally, children ran wild—including her own. On more than one occasion, Mother presented herself in an old fur coat at the threshold of a disreputable door demanding her child be returned to her.
“There is a word for that,” her sister Joann said at the hour of her death. “Flair. Your mother had flair.”
Weeks earlier, Mother asked: “Why does God keep me around? What does he want from me? I’m ready.”
“One last great lesson, Ma,” I supposed. “I think He wants you to teach us how to die with dignity. How not to be afraid.”
She nodded. And then she asked for a cigarette. And then she asked for a chocolate. And then she asked for a spritz of Oscar de la Renta.
At the foot of her bed, a great-grandchild clutched at the post attempting to right herself. Mother knew the baby by the sound of her gurglings. The baby carries her name. Evangeline. The bringer of good news. The scent of lilac and sage wafted in from the garden along with the dang-dong of the wind chime.
Mother had been floating in the morphine clouds for sometime. As the day grew nearer, and the dosage grew higher, I expected strange things to bubble from her haze. I did not know what exactly. Rantings perhaps. Bitterness maybe. Medicine is a truth serum, and cancer is a monster.
But strange words never came. She was the same woman in death’s shadow as she was in life’s light. She was more handsome than I had ever known.
One evening, in the darkened room, she asked, “Why me, Lord?
“What’s that, Ma?”
“Kris Kristofferson,” she said. “Why me, Lord?”
It wasn’t a question. It was a request.
“Why Me?” is Kristofferson’s gospel song of humility and grace; of feeling unworthy of God’s blessings. I remembered it from boyhood.
I played it for her.
Try me, Lord
If you think there's a way
I can try to repay
All I've taken from you
Maybe, Lord
I can show someone else
What I've been through myself
On my way back to you
She sang along in a rasping, labored voice. And then she went to sleep.
Mother died today, or yesterday. But not really.
It is said that a woman dies twice. Once when her heart stops. And once when her name is spoken for the last time. Considering the people she touched, the kindness she freely gave, the strength she offered, I am quite sure Mother will live 100 years more. At least.
I don't know what's on the other side of death's door.
All I know is that I was blessed to spend this life with her.
In her final days, Ma gave us -- her people -- a last great lesson.
@MuterTruker@JohnJamesMI I supported him in his initial run against Peters,but the more I saw of how his path headed once he won his seat, his voting record and words , he's not the answer for the people ( patriots) of Michigan or the state, for the prosperous path .
@JohnJamesMI@BigFish3000 FRAUD!
You disowned him as soon as it was politically convenient for you. You're only now crawling back to him because you need him.
Drop out and save yourself from losing a third statewide race in a row and destroying our hopes of ever making a comeback.
#JohnnyKillswitch
@JohnJamesMI Unfortunately I can't back Trump on this one. John James showed us who he was when he conceded in 2020. We all know the election was rigged & John didn't say squat, he has no backbone.
@JohnJamesMI John, we've met and I've voted for you in every past election BUT NOT THIS TIME. you voted with the dems to put kill switches in our cars . You've lost the vote of every conservative I know in Michigan..
@JohnJamesMI Sorry JJ RINO, the kill switch and your abysmal voting attendance record sealed your fate. Even a Trump endorsement won’t save your sorry ass on this one. You have absolutely no accomplishments to run on.