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When I finished casting my ballot in the LA mayoral primary on Tuesday, the Dominion machine asked whether I wanted to review my ballot in case I had changed my mind about any of the candidates.
I selected—Yes.
Guess who came up first? Spencer Pratt.
The machine asked if I had changed my mind, and I selected—No.
Then guess what?
It didn’t even bother asking me about the other candidates or ballot measures. It simply said, “Your ballot is complete.”
Basically: Thanks, now fuck off.
The whole fucking thing is rigged.
In other words, a communist freedom fighter who basically burned L.A. to the ground and had no water to put it out wins the primary.
Are you fukking kidding? I try not to cuss, but this is really enough to make you cuss. There should be minimum qualifications to run for office. What can we do to fix this?
This is the PERFECT example of why foreigners should not be allowed to run for office
Zul Mohammed just ran for Mayor of Carrollton, Texas. He’s from Pakistan
“No vet has made any sacrifice. I want to make that clear. I do not support the US military. No, I do not support the United States. I look down on both entities. I want to make that clear”
I can’t think of a better example of why only natural born citizens should be allowed to run for office
Also he is a Muslim, which further enforces the classic “I do not support the United States”
We need new election eligibility laws
This is Tyson Goodsell he was a WHITE 17yo football player who was EXECUTED IN COLD BLOOD by a gang of Somalis in Mankato, MN on May 23, 2026.
Ambushed and shot in the head.
Tyson was gunned down execution-style in his Hyundai at 11pm after leaving work.
His car smashed into a townhome.
His mother heard the gunshots from her own house.
Main shooter Abdikhadar Fakhi Mohidin (20, Somali)
Accomplices Ahmed Fuad Mohamud, Ahmed Mohamed Mohamud, and Ryan Wolner also busted.
How many more young White boys get taken from their family before America wakes up?
Media blackout, open borders, soft-on-crime bullshit, and “diversity” flooding White areas….
This stops when we stop importing and tolerating it.
Deport them all.
Not because you've earned it.
Not because you're perfect.
Not because you've done everything right.
He loves you because that is who He is.
His love is constant, His grace is sufficient, and His mercy is new every morning. No matter where you've been or what you're facing today, His arms are open and His love remains.
Families in every corner of the Commonwealth experience the daily devastation of gun violence, and it must end. Beginning July 1, this office will have the authority to hold the firearm industry accountable for the violence they are fueling.
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.
Same baby inside the womb and out — with the same right to life.
It is a horrific tragedy that moments before birth, this little one could have been legally killed in 9 states + D.C.
Every child deserves to live.
Ban abortion now.
📸: @The4DLady
Same baby inside the womb and out — with the same right to life.
It is a horrific tragedy that moments before birth, this little one could have been legally killed in 9 states + D.C.
Every child deserves to live.
Ban abortion now.
📸: @The4DLady
My birthmom was raped. That is how I was conceived. She was young, not quite 16. Family demanded she abort me, and offered to pay. She said no.
During an ultrasound, doctors saw I would be special needs. I was diagnosed with hydrocephalus. The only thing that changed was she sought out a family who would want a special needs baby.
My parents were qualified and willing to raise a child with special needs.
Of course, when I was born there was no sign of hydrocephalus, but that's a story for another time.
Special needs babies deserve life. They deserve love, care, and life.
To the Black people coming after me for not standing with Karmelo Anthony:
I don’t have to support him just because he’s Black.
I don’t owe him allegiance.
I don’t owe him loyalty.
I don’t owe him silence.
A kid is dead. A family is destroyed. And yes, that child happened to be white.
Too many of you are only defending Karmelo because he is Black. If the races were reversed, a lot of you would be screaming from the rooftops and demanding justice every single day.
So miss me with the fake outrage.
Being Black does not mean I have to defend every Black person accused of doing something evil. Being Black does not mean I have to ignore right and wrong. Being Black does not mean I have to celebrate or excuse the death of a child.
I stand on morals, not skin color.
You can be mad at me all you want, but I will never support turning a dead child into a race war just because the accused is Black and the victim was white.
Wrong is wrong.
And I said what I said.