In the last few months, PIJ and Hamas have been releasing obituaries on commanders killed during the war. Interesting to look back how those deaths were covered.
Ex:
In June 2024, Reuters reported on an air strike killing Palestinian soccer player Ahmed Abu Al-Atta. Now PIJ confirms he was a deputy platoon commander in the rocket unit.
The Reflecting Pool is reflecting, and it is absolutely SPECTACULAR. You can see the Washington Monument, the flags at the base, the U.S. Capitol and the flags at the WWII Memorial prominently. WOW. Not even full and proven it can be done. Thank you @POTUS and @SecretaryBurgum 🇺🇸
Iran fired 11 ballistic missiles at Israel today. Each one of those missiles can level an entire neighborhood and kill hundreds. No self-respecting country in the world would tolerate such an attack, and neither will Israel.
Israel is now targeting Iranian surface-to-surface missile launch sites, as well as infrastructure facilities unrelated to the energy sector.
The people of Lebanon have rejected Iran’s proxy, Hizballah, and have told Iran to get out of their country.
If Hizballah fires at Israel, its command centers in the Dahiya will be hit hard.
This has nothing to do with Iran.
Everyone has had enough of this maniacal Iranian regime.
There are huge implications to the self-evident truths proclaimed in the Declaration.
Here’s a simple way to use the second paragraph of our nation’s birth certificate to explain why EVERY life is precious—and why that idea made us the greatest nation in history.
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.
"I hope they took away the cost of freedom."
War Secretary Pete Hegseth reflects on what he hopes his children learned during their family's visit to France after honoring D-Day heroes in Normandy.
Damn straight. It turns out the Bible doesn’t call for the personality disordered, friend-zoned ex-friends of the deceased to run 10-month campaigns of slander against their wives in the name of the Lord.
Dana Loesch: “God has ordered His church to care for widows, that widows be included, so they are not isolated, to protect widows, to care for widows, to not persecute a widow in the most ungodly ways, because you're jealous that you are not the one controlling an organization that that widow's husband built.”
@DLoesch live at WLS 2026
Before Grampa Yogi wore #Yankees pinstripes, he wore #USNavy blue. Arguably the most important team he was ever on was the 6-man crew of his 36-foot rocket boat, dropped into the waters off of Omaha Beach to provide cover fire for our troops going ashore #DDay#DDay81#ItAintOver
GOOD. It is imperative Americans take their children to places like Normandy to teach them about the sacrifices and bravery of our Greatest Generation. The people of Normandy are endlessly grateful and remember what America did for them. If only more Americans had the same gratitude.
This is an argument that has been repeated often for many years, and here's the thing:
Everyone on all sides of the conflict knows deep down that this is 100% true.
Today marks the 82nd anniversary of D-Day.
Let us remember and honor the lives of the brave men who stormed the beaches of Normandy, changing the course of history forever.
Today, in a historic ceremony at Windsor Castle, His Majesty The King presented the Royal Marines with new Colours – the banners and insignia steeped in the history and traditions of the Corps.
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The Democrats are dusting off their talking points as women are being assaulted and poisoned with mail-order abortion drugs.
Could they be more out of touch?