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[X Freeze @XFreeze]

Elon Musk on the left’s fundamental moral flaw:

“The fundamental moral flaw of the left is empathy for the criminals and not empathy for the victims”

They feel sorry for the criminals but show zero empathy for the actual victims

There’s also been immense unconstitutional judicial overreach that was never intended and it’s destroying the public’s faith in the legal system

This needs to stop

Put the victims first. Restore real justice

[Real_RebeccaJ @Real_RebeccaJ]

I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?

[joe navajoe @NavajoeJ]

@SirBylHolte You forgot these:

“You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, punk?” – Dirty Harry

“A man’s got to know his limitations.” – Magnum Force

“Go ahead, make my day.” – Sudden Impact

“Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy.” – The Outlaw Josey Wales

[Rob Schneider 🇺🇸 @RobSchneider]

Here ya go👇🇺🇸

[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

I'm not gonna lie. This is pretty cool being quote posted by my governor. He made Florida great again. And for that, I am forever grateful.

Again...our state line is closed for liberals. Do not come here. Massive gators.

Thank you for the tag @AirForceDad50. I wouldn't have known. Lol.

[SKI @skiistiredasf]

Lyle Gittens (108) and Eleanor Gittens (107), a beautiful Black couple from Miami, Florida, are celebrating over 83 years of marriage.
Married in 1942, they hold the Guinness World Record as the world’s oldest living married couple.👏🏿❤️

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

"On March 30, 1981, just sixty-nine days into his presidency, Ronald Reagan was wheeled into George Washington University Hospital with a bullet wound inches from his heart — and what the doctors and nurses who treated him that day remembered for the rest of their lives was not the gravity of the moment but the extraordinary grace of the man at the center of it, cracking jokes from the gurney, telling the surgeons he hoped they were all Republicans, and whispering to Nancy when she arrived at his bedside that he had forgotten to duck. Reagan was seventy years old, the oldest president in American history to that point, and he was closer to death than the public was told for many years — the bullet had lodged within an inch of his heart and he had lost more than half his blood volume — and yet the spirit he brought to those terrifying hours in the hospital became, in the minds of the American people, something larger than one man's personal courage: it became a kind of national exhale, a reminder that optimism was not naivety but a form of strength, that a man could face the worst the world could offer and respond with warmth and humor and an unshakeable belief that things would be all right. Reagan's recovery was remarkable by any medical standard, but the doctors who treated him insisted that his physical vitality — he was an avid horseman and outdoorsman who had kept himself genuinely fit throughout his life — was matched by something harder to measure and equally important: a psychological resilience, a refusal to be diminished by fear, that they had simply never encountered in quite the same form before. He was back at his desk within weeks, and the letters that poured into the White House from ordinary Americans during his recovery ran into the millions — handwritten notes from farmers and factory workers and schoolchildren and retirees, people who felt, in some way they found difficult to articulate, that Reagan's refusal to be broken was their refusal too, that his recovery belonged to all of them. It was perhaps the moment that defined his presidency more than any policy or speech — the moment when the country saw not the politician but the man, and found in him something they genuinely loved."

[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

This right here. Any questions?!

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

Socialism…

[Ann Coulter @AnnCoulter]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

Yea. Dont be like Dick.

[Chad Prather @WatchChad]

Pray with me
May 13, 2026

Father, there are moments when life feels confusing, silent, and heavy. We try to understand what You are doing, but Your ways are higher than ours, and sometimes all we can see is the fog in front of us. Yet even here, we choose to trust You.

Teach us to rest in Your character when we cannot trace Your hand. Remind us that You are still good when circumstances are not. You are still faithful when prayers seem unanswered. You are still near when we feel alone.

Lord, give us peace that does not depend on explanations. Give us courage to keep walking when we cannot see the whole road. Help us surrender our need to control every outcome and instead place our lives fully into Your hands.

When fear whispers that You have forgotten us, remind us of the cross. Remind us that a God who gave His Son for us will not abandon us now. Strengthen our hearts to believe that even in the waiting, even in the pain, You are working all things together for good.

Help us trust You in the closed doors, in the delays, in the losses, and in the unknown. Let our faith become deeper than our feelings. Let our obedience become stronger than our doubts.

And when we are too tired to carry ourselves, carry us.

We may not understand the season, but we trust the Shepherd. We may not understand the process, but we trust the Potter. We may not understand the storm, but we trust the One who walks on the waves.

In Jesus’ name, amen

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

It is impossible to overestimate the historic importance of @elonmusk purchasing this platform. He saved freedom of speech. He saved truth.

[Kat Timpf @KatTimpf]

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.

It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.

The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.

The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.

In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.

The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.

I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.

That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.

I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

[Farm Girl Carrie™️👩‍🌾 @FarmGirlCarrie]

Right?

[A Gene Robinson @AlGeneRobi96834]

J. C. Watts exposed something many Americans were never supposed to notice:

A Black man who thinks independently politically can trigger more hostility than almost anything else in modern public life.

Watts rose from poverty, became a successful quarterback, earned national respect, entered Congress, and became one of the highest profile Black conservatives in America during the 1990s and early 2000s.

He spoke constantly about:
• faith
• family
• personal responsibility
• entrepreneurship
• constitutional government
• educational excellence

And for that…

many Black Democrat political figures treated him with open contempt.

Not because he lacked intelligence.
Not because he lacked achievement.
Not because he lacked character.

But because he refused ideological obedience.

Watts repeatedly discussed the intense pressure Black conservatives faced for diverging from expected political alignment.

The message from many activist and media circles was clear:

A Black voice was celebrated…
only if it reinforced approved political narratives.

Watts challenged that system directly.

He argued that Black Americans were not political property.
Not intellectual property.
Not voting inventory.

Independent thought terrified people whose power depended on group conformity.

So instead of debating him honestly, many attempted to isolate, ridicule, or delegitimize him personally.

J. C. Watts represented something dangerous to political machines:

A successful Black man who could not be controlled.

#SilentMajoritySpeaks #AStoneGroove

[The Independent with Scott Atlas @ScottAtlas_IT]

.@VDHanson: "At one point, [@realDonaldTrump] was looking at $500 million in fines... They took his name off the ballot in 25 states, raided his home, debanked his wife and son. They impeached him twice and tried him as a private citizen. That would have broken any other person."