BREAKING: Iran says the Strait of Hormuz will now remain fully closed even if the US fulfills all remaining MOU commitments, including the $300 billion reconstruction fund, frozen funds release, naval blockade removal and oil sanctions waivers, unless Israel fully and permanently withdraws from southern Lebanon and permanently stops all attacks in any form, per Tasnim.
Iran’s FM Araghchi and Parliament Speaker Ghalibaf have stated that the first clause requires Israel’s full withdrawal from Lebanese territory, with Iran emphasizing that opening Hormuz in exchange for merely lifting the naval blockade would be a “strategic mistake.”
This comes as Netanyahu has said Israel will remain in the Lebanese security zone “for as long as necessary,” and won’t withdraw, with Iran warning any further negligence will have “severe damaging consequences.”
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NEW: Congressman Barry Moore has been "intentionally misleading" voters about his military service for years, according to a former staffer who spoke with the Daily Mail.
Senior staffers reportedly made a "deliberate decision" to avoid using "veteran" in all communications.
Moore, however, has been using the term "veteran" throughout his campaign ads for U.S. Senate in Alabama.
"Multiple former staffers said that early in his congressional tenure, senior staff took a deliberate decision to avoid the word 'veteran' in all communications – because Moore did not meet the qualifications - substituting 'former service member' instead," The Daily Mail reported.
"In a further eyebrow-raising revelation, The Daily Mail has learned that Moore was typically accompanied by veteran staffers onto military bases, as he lacked the active-duty or veteran ID card needed for independent access."
Retired Army Reserve Lt. Col. Ross Cline says Moore "turned two months of basic training into a fabricated military identity."
Career politicians go to Washington D.C., get 1 bill passed and take credit for other peoples hard work.
I have experience in the fight. To fight on your behalf.
I fought the Global War on Terror as a Navy SEAL.
If you want someone who can actually take on Chuck Schumer and the career politicians and win, vote for Jared Hudson on June 16th.
Yesterday I was asked about my opponent Barry Moore’s veteran status.
I don’t know if the reports are true and it’s not my place to make any claims.
We’ve seen how the media can come up with salacious accusations and this could very well be another example of that.
I’ve seen people accusing me of not even being a Navy SEAL. My DD214 and everyone I’ve served with say otherwise.
That being said, Congressman Moore can easily clear this up by releasing his DD214 as well as at our debate on Monday.
You took a nobody from Gardendale, Alabama, and sent him to the runoff for the United States Senate.
Now the real battle begins.
The DC money has already started slinging arrows because they see what we see.
Momentum.
They want to buy this seat. They want to control Alabama for decades to come. They want another Senator who answers to outside funding instead of We The People.
That is not going to happen.
I’m a former Navy SEAL, I am a small business owner and most importantly I am a Christian.
I know what it means when the fight gets harder.
It means the mission matters.
This election is about you. Your family. Your voice. Your state.
Outside money is coming.
The swamp is coming.
We are not backing down.
We are just getting started.
In The Big Lebowski, it was John Turturro’s idea to lick the bowling ball.
“I was just trying to make my friends laugh,” he said.
He’d expected a bigger role, but after reading the early script, he realized it was much smaller than he hoped.
What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate?
I’m glad you asked. Buckle up.
12:05 p.m. — It begins. You down the 10-ounce bottle like it’s a lukewarm PBR at a college tailgate. The label says “cherry flavored,” but it tastes like someone described cherry to a chemist who’s never eaten fruit. Regret sets in instantly.
12:06 p.m. — You grab a handful of chips for moral support. They’ll be liquified before they clear your throat, but who cares? Life still feels okay right now. Remember this peace. You’re about to enter the darkest chapter of your gastrointestinal history.
12:37 p.m. — The rumbling starts. There’s movement in the depths. You’ve got five pounds of impacted regret in your colon, and you just drank the “human-safe” version of Drano. You think it’s go time. It’s not. You get one sad little snake turd — a warm-up act.
That’s the last semi-solid you’ll see for the next 24 hours.
12:57 p.m. — The situation escalates. Your stomach is in full revolt. You have 0.3 seconds to make it to the toilet. Running is risky business — one wrong step and you’ll paint the walls. You pray for sphincter strength like never before as you waddle at Mach 3, pants half down, whispering, “Please, God, not like this.”
12:58 p.m. — Impact.
You sit, and the gates of hell open.
The explosion is biblical. It hits the back of the bowl with such violent force it ricochets like a sprinkler system.
You ask yourself, Is that blood?
No — false alarm. Just the ghost of a cherry pie you ate in 2004. The smell is unspeakable. The acoustics? Terrifying. The neighbors think you’re performing an exorcism.
1:06 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. — Time becomes meaningless. You’ve evacuated everything you’ve ever eaten, plus a few ancestral meals for good measure. Your colon feels like it’s been sandblasted with lava. The burn is real. You’re sweating. Crying. Contemplating life. You meet Jesus briefly, but He sends you back — says your mission’s not over yet.
8:37 p.m. — You’re empty. Broken. Reborn.
Your butthole? A war veteran.
Your spirit? In recovery.
You’ll never be the same, but you will survive.
Tomorrow, you’ll rise from the ashes, slip into your last clean pair of underwear, and waddle into Walmart like a survivor of gastrointestinal warfare — to buy a new toilet brush and reclaim your dignity.
You’ve earned it.
Feeling thankful. 💩🙏