Anna Hanselmann

Granna to six grandlambs…lover of Jesus chips and salsa…

[Anna Hanselmann @Olivecat11]

@JoshuaBarzon #3 🥰

[MJ Murphy @hothingsgirlsay]

What Happens When Reality Becomes Negotiable?

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

There’s a reason the Book of Romans is my favorite book in the Bible.

The Apostle Paul wrote in Romans 11:26: “And so all Israel will be saved, as it is written: The Deliverer will come from Zion; He will turn away ungodliness from Jacob.”

Israel’s story is not finished. The nation that the world wants to erase, God has declared will be redeemed. You cannot have a redemption without a remnant. You cannot have a return without a people to return to. The very existence of Israel today, the most resilient nation is God keeping His word.

Zechariah 14 is unmistakable. “His feet will stand on the Mount of Olives, which lies to the east of Jerusalem.” Not a metaphor. The same Mount of Olives where He ascended in Acts 1, where the angels declared He would return in the same manner. He is coming back, and He is coming back there.

Jerusalem is not incidental to eschatology. Jerusalem is the epicenter of it. The King of Kings will reign from that city. The nations will come up to worship in that place. This is why the enemy has always wanted to erase it, why the world’s hatred for one small nation is so disproportionate to her size because Hell understands what is at stake even when the Church forgets.

Israel, like every nation, is made up of broken human beings in need of a Savior. But the promises of God do not rest on Israel’s perfection. They rest on God’s character. “The gifts and calling of God are irrevocable,” Paul wrote in Romans 11:29.

If God could break His covenant with Israel, He could break His covenant with me. But He cannot. He will not. And so Israel endures as a sign, as a witness, as a living testimony that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is the same yesterday, today, and forever and His word will stand forever.

And that gives me great peace. No matter what’s happening in the world.

So when I defend Israel, I don’t defend every action of every government. They have a left too, one I disagree with daily.

I defend Israel because I defend the Word of God. And I defend the Word of God because Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and His Word is always true. Every single word. Not just the one’s people want to focus on.

I don’t know what happens in the end. I don’t know who is saved or why. And I don’t care. I know the same Jesus who died for my sins made promises to that nation and He will keep every last one of them.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

Today, our current generation is focused on pronouns and pink hair. We’ve let this American spirit fade…

But, it’s not gone…it’s coming back!

Raise a glass to our men who liberated Europe.🍺

We lost 2500 heroes that day. 🇺🇸❤️

Sadly, many in the US have forgotten.

God Bless America!🇺🇸

[The Iceman @the_iceman64]

90% of the soldiers on the first boats to hit the beach didn't live to see the end of the day. Look at those faces. Some of them never made it to 18.

Never forget that they paid the ultimate price for our freedom. We live our lives the way we do because of them.

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

Another brilliant Spencer Pratt ad 🔥🔥

You had me tearing up, @dsonoiki 🥺❤️

[Patricia Heaton @PatriciaHeaton]

💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸💔🇺🇸

[Anna Hanselmann @Olivecat11]

@WallStreetApes I’m so very sorry…my brother in law has the same injury…☹️

[Jessica Reyher @jessica_reyher]

Jan 6
Let me start by saying my husband, Arthur, and I were never big Trump supporters. We in fact we voted for Jo Jorgensen in the 2020 election. My husband has always been very liberty minded and disenchanted with the state of politics and policing in this country. He has believed for decades the system is rigged. After watching the blatant rigging of the 2020 election, we felt compelled to go to DC to show our support for a REAL investigation into our rigged elections.

January 5, 2021
We went to Washington, D.C., for what we believed would be a weekend of protests and sightseeing as I had never been to D.C. before. We walked around the city, taking in the monuments and atmosphere on Jan 5th. We had no idea what the next day would bring.

January 6, 2021
We got to the Ellipse late and only caught the end of President Trump’s speech. The crowd was massive, hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of people. We stood in front of the Washington Monument. When he finished speaking we stood there and waited to see if we could watch Trumps entourage make their way to the Capitol, as Trump said he would. After a short while we realized it was unlikely he was going to actually walk with the crowd, so we made our way towards the Capitol. We stopped about half way there and observed from a catwalk the enormity of the crowd as it passed. After a few minutes we rejoined the crowd and made our way to the Capitol. Upon arrival there was no fencing stopping us from walking onto the Capitol ground. The crowd had encircled the entire building. As we were coming up to the back of the building, the crowd was peacefully chanting, waiving flags and praying.

The police had mad a makeshift barrier with bicycle racks. Almost immediately, after our arrival, the police began to attack the crowd via tear gas, pepper balls, flash bangs, and rubber bullets. The crowd then became highly agitated and many started pushing through the make shift barrier. My husband immediately recognized what this was and started yelling at people that this was a setup, remain peaceful, think about the cameras. He made his way to an area between the officers and the people that were throwing things at the officers. He pleaded with the crowd to stop, no violence. The police then retreated inside the building and the crowd began making its way up the inauguration stage. Once on the inauguration stage, the crowd became peaceful again, chanting, praying, letting their voices be heard. We entered the tunnel and the doors were still intact. So we just chanted and stood around. Eventually we left the tunnel to observe the MASSIVE crowd that was forming around the Capitol. When we saw more activity around the tunnel we made our way back to see what was going on.

Once we were back at the tunnel someone was trying to break the window on the right side of the tunnel entrance. The crowd immediately chanted for them to stop, which they did. We moved into the tunnel area to see what was happening, and that’s when we saw the doors had been broken. As tensions rose, people pushed against the police line and use violence. My husband again tried to get to the front of the crowd to intervene. He raised his hands and told people “do not hit them, keep your hands up, and push”. He was repeatedly batoned, tear-gassed, and pepper-sprayed, but NEVER attempted to strike police officers. Instead he used his own body to shield them. We took weapons from violent protesters and gave them to the officers. Yet law enforcement unleashed repeated attacks on us. When an officer screamed because he was pinned in the door, we chanted to stop pushing and pushed against the crowd, so the man could be freed. We spent long periods standing in and around the tunnel, repeatedly trying to calm the crowd. At one point a man with a bullhorn seceded at calming the crowd and everyone sat down and it became peaceful once again.

It was peaceful until police came to the ledge and once again started using munitions on the crowd. This caused the crowd to become enraged once more. I believe it was after this that Officer Fanone was pulled from the building. My husband moved to secure Fanones’ safety being trampled in the chaos while trying to reach him. He was able to regain his footing and made his way to Fanone. He used himself as a human shield to protect Fanone from those that were using violence against him, with the help of 4 or 5 other protestors. My husband intervened to protect him, and later in an interview, he received a “fuck you” from Fanone.

Once Fanone was safely back with the police line we had to find each other once more as I was at the bottom of the stairs to the inauguration tunnel. Once we were able to get back to each other, we stood around in shock of what had just happened. As the violence grew we realized that nothing we could do would keep the peace, so we decided to leave the grounds. As we walked away, we saw people coming out of the side doors cheering “we got in.” We kept walking and rinsing our faces with water.

Once we were back at the AirBnB we took an extended shower which resulted in the water feeling like lava from the chemical burns. We bagged our clothes up and threw them away. Our lungs burned, our eyes were red, irritated, and burned for several days. We watched from our AirBnB that the windows were broken on the left side of the tunnel, people were removing items from the Capitol through the broken window, and we watched the rest of the events unfold on television. We had gone to exercise our First Amendment rights. We left traumatized, bruised, and gassed.

January 20, 2021
Roughly a week or two after January 6, the FBI came to our home. They were only interested in if we had made it inside the building, which we did not, though we tried like hell. He told them that it they wanted to ask anymore questions, we would need our lawyer or if at any time they decided to bring charges against us, to please call as we have kids and dogs, and we would turn ourselves in. This led us to many sleepless nights worrying if tonight would be the night they’d kick in our door and raid us. We watched in horror as story after story that this occurred.

March 2023
On this devastating Monday (March 12, 2023), we both received a phone call and learned the Department of Justice was bringing charges against us. We were instructed to turn ourselves in on Wednesday. We surrendered to the FBI on March 15, 2023. We were handcuffed, fingerprinted, I was stripped for photographs of my tattoos, and shackled like dangerous criminals. We spent the entire day in a cold processing holding cell and were forced to shuffle in a three point restraint, as they paraded us through the Indianapolis Federal courthouses. We were more fortunate than others, as the judged released on pretrial probation. From that day forward, our lives became a nightmare of government control and public hatred:
• No travel without permission
• A probation officer monitoring us
• Random urine tests
• Surrendering of our weapons
• Ban from Washington, D.C.
We were immediately swarmed with endless death threats via social media. Our names and faces plastered all over local news stations, spreading false information about us. Our businesses were attacked online. Our reviews were flooded with negativity and death threats. My husband was let go from the real estate brokerage, as they were mercilessly under attack. We lost major contracts, for his general contracting company, which was our family’s only source of income.

For the next year we lived in agonizing uncertainty, attending Zoom court hearings while our lawyers “fought” the prosecution. We were told by our counsel repeatedly how unprecedented our prosecution was and that they had never seen cases being handled so heavy handed in their entire time being a defense attorney. We were pressured into a plea of guilty, as our lawyers were warning us that other J6 defendants were rarely given fair trials and sentenced to their max. We faced up to 10 years in prison for all of our charges. As parents of 4, the terror of leaving our children for a decade was unbearable. We were first-time offenders with no criminal history and harmed no one or broke nothing. Yet, the state was coming at us with the full weight of the US government.

February 2024
We returned to D.C. with 30 friends and family members for sentencing. Loved ones pleaded for leniency, explaining that we homeschooled our three minor children and that I was the primary caregiver for my terminally ill mother, who lived with us. My husband stood before the judge and begged to take my sentence so I could return home to our kids and ailing mother. The judge refused. He gave me 3 months and my husband 8 months. We were not permitted to serve our sentences at separate times. Our lawyers were appalled by this as it was highly unorthodox especially considering the length of our sentences.

The judge blamed us for the suicides of officers who died after January 6 and said we should be ashamed of ourselves and for the injuries of every officer, despite the fact that there was video evidence of using ourselves to protect the police from violence. When he learned we hadn’t even voted for Trump (we voted for Jo Jorgensen), he seemed shocked and asked why we were even there? It didn’t matter to himS Our lives were shattered anyway.

April 30, 2024
My husband surrendered MCC Chicago Federal Prison to began his sentence. Upon his surrender they placed him in a section mostly filled with Chicago gang members.

June 3, 2024
I surrendered and was sent to FCI Hazelton in West Virginia a high-security facility, after being told I would be serving my time at a satellite camp. Instead I was locked up with murderers, child predators, and rapists. I was housed with biological males on the compound, one being in my unit. I received no time cuts and served every single day of my 90-day sentence.

The separation from our children and each other was excruciating. Our family had never been separated like that before.

While in prison:

• May 20, 2024 my husband spent his 40th birthday in prison.

• June 11, 2024 We received the phone call every parent dreads, our son had been in a severe motorcycle accident. Neither of his parents could be there with him, the time in his 19 years of life.

• June 25, 2024 we missed our daughter’s 14th birthday, first one ever in her life.

• July 18, 2024 we missed our daughter’s 17th birthday, first one ever in her life.

• July 28, 2024 our oldest daughter’s eating disorder spiraled badly after our imprisonment; she was hospitalized Again, neither parent was there for her, for the first time in her life. Her phone was taken from her while in the hospital and couldn’t even talk to us when we called.

• August 14, 2024 we spent our 20th wedding anniversary separated, couldn’t talk to each other, in prison.

• August 18, 2024 was my mother’s last birthday and I was in prison.

• September 9, 2024 my husband was in prison for my 40th birthday.

• August 29, 2024
I was released after serving my full sentence, on 3 years probation.

• October 18, 2024 was our youngest 13th birthday. My husband was in a halfway house, and did receive 2 hours to spend with her and his family, on an ankle monitor.

• October 29, 2024
My husband was finally released, on 3 years probation and 200 hours of community service. Which, while in the halfway house he volunteered to work in the kitchen, without pay, for up to 8 hours a day, they wouldn’t accept that as his community service.

• June 2024 - to the end of Aug 2024 our two youngest children were uprooted from their home, their animals, their older siblings, and their parents. They had to live with extended family and were forced back into public school after years of homeschooling. Their entire sense of safety and stability was destroyed.

Things that happened before, during, and after incarceration:

— 2021 we received our first IRS audit for 2020 taxes, then we received another audit in 2022 for 2021 taxes. They began by sending us a letter to prove we had been married for as long as we claimed, proving the kids we had together and have claimed since 2005 were our kids. After sending the documents they asked for in, we waited months with no response. Called the IRS to find out our status and would be told they haven’t received anything yet but could take up to 6-8 months before hearing anything as they’re short staffed due to COVID. We’d receive another letter asking for something else. Proof of our 1099 expenses, proof of the truck we bought, hardware store receipt expenses, ect. We would send the information in and be told they didn’t receive it or the time it would take to process the documents. And repeat for 3 years. Before we had to surrender to prison they made a judgement against us saying we owed around $90,000.00. We filed an appeal. The court hearing was set for Aug of 2024 during my husband’s incarceration. I spoke to the judge and prosecutor over the phone and let them know the situation and they agreed to postpone the judgment. We received an email letting us know about pro-bono tax lawyers. We have been using one of the lawyers they suggested. We are still fighting the IRS.

— In 2022 we took out an SBA business loan because our businesses were doing well and we wanted to expand. Unfortunately, due to our arrest and lost businesses we are having a difficult time paying the loan back and the debt is weighing us down.

—January 20, 2025 - January 23, 2025
We received our pardon on Jan 20, 2025. We were calling our families and celebrating the smallest victory we had in a long time. I called my mom while she lay in a hospital bed waiting for a lung transplant. She was crying and rejoicing and just so happy for us. Just three short days later my mom passed away, January 23, 2025. She saw me freed, but I had already missed irreplaceable final months with her and I will never get that time back.

—February 2025 we were drowning in debt so we made a decision to take out some equity in our home and sold a percentage of our home, kind of like a reverse mortgage, so we could pay the debt down.

The last two years have been spent trying to rebuild from financial and emotional ruins. The death threats, being called insurrectionists, traitors, and domestic terrorists all because of ongoing media lies. Our entire family suffers from PTSD. Our children lost their parents, uprooted from our home, hospitalized, and they lost their security at formative ages. I lost precious time with my dying mother. We lost our businesses, our reputation, and our peace. My husband was fortunate enough to get a well paying job, but our ability to earn income is limited, as he is not able to advertise what it is that he does, in fear of the company he works for will be doxted and flooded with negative reviews, until they have to fire him.

The trauma cannot be measured in months served or dollars lost. We were peaceful protesters who harmed no one, destroyed nothing, protected police, and yet our family was torn apart, terrorized, and left to pick up the pieces of a life deliberately broken. No amount of compensation can restore what was stolen from us, especially the time I can never recover with my mother, but the wrongs done to our family deserve to be fully righted.

[MAGA Voice @MAGAVoice]

Keir Starmer does NOT want the World to see how badly British Patriots want their country back

Would be a shame if it went viral on 𝕏

[I Meme Therefore I Am 🇺🇸 @ImMeme0]

Woman who went to work for the social services department said she started out as a full liberal, but by the time she left the job, she came out a Republican.

She says that through anyone’s Social Security number who applied for benefits, she was able to tell whether a person was working, owned property or cars, the status of their bank accounts, and their salary.

However, she says there is a loophole that allows illegal aliens without a Social Security number to also apply for benefits such as food stamps, healthcare, housing, WIC, and childcare.

If these illegals had children, their kids would receive benefits as well. According to her, the department had no way to verify whether these immigrants had income, owned property, or how much money they made.

She claims that illegal immigrant parents would receive $1,200 per child, plus $275 per person in cash assistance and food stamps, not mentioning free housing or other benefits. She also says that some people applying for benefits would show up with their hair and nails done, carrying expensive accessories and driving luxury cars.

Meanwhile, American citizens often would not qualify for the same benefits. She added that this exists especially in liberal-led states like California, where leadership does not put regulations in place and allows this kind of fraud and abuse, while hard-working citizens are left to pay the bill.

If this doesn’t make you angry, I don’t know what will.

[MAGA Kitty @SaveUSAKitty]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

BONGINO: “I know you're like, what do I care about the L.A. mayor's race for? You should, because there's a guy running named Spencer Pratt.

He was in a reality show earlier on in his lifetime. The guy's house burned down in the Palisades fire. He's now running for mayor against Karen Bass, kind of an entrenched Democrat, establishmentarian, far left liberal.

I don't know who put this ad together. (It was @charliebcurran) It's obviously A.I. I don't think it was his campaign. But this thing went nuclear yesterday.

If you have not seen this, I don't want to call it an ad because I'm not sure. I think someone just generated an A.I., but it was all over. This ad about the California mayor's race.

If you're listening on Apple and Spotify, you need to go back and watch this immediately on the show. I want you to check this out. Maybe one of the greatest things I have ever seen.

And remember the entire time, snapshots and soundbites. And you'll see why this is so effective. Check this out.” 👇🏻
@dbongino
@spencerpratt

Catch The Dan Bongino Show EVERY WEEKDAY on @rumblevideo at 10am ET

[Ⱥmerican Trucker 🇺🇸 @taylorbilt]

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[Tevin Macharia Mukabana @TevinMacharia]

The biggest shift in my prayer life was moving from desperation to authority.

There was a time I thought prayer was about begging God…
Crying louder, fasting longer, hoping maybe heaven would notice me.

But then light came.

God is not asking us to beg…
He is asking us to believe.

Begging comes from uncertainty.
Authority comes from revelation.

When you don’t know who you are in Christ, you will pray like a victim.
When you know who you are, you will pray like a son.

The Bible says:
“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace…” (Hebrews 4:16)

Not crawling.
Not shrinking.
Boldly.

Why? Because you are not a stranger trying to gain access…
You are a child who already belongs.

Listen—prayer is not convincing God to do what He is reluctant to do.
Prayer is enforcing what He has already made available in Christ.

That’s why you will never pray amiss if you pray scriptures.

Because when you pray scriptures, you are not speaking your emotions…
You are speaking His will.

“And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us.” (1 John 5:14)

Scriptures reveal His will.
So when you pray the Word, heaven has no option but to respond.

Instead of saying:
“Lord… please help me, I don’t know what to do…”

You rise and declare:
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” (Psalm 23:1)

Instead of saying:
“God, I’m afraid…”

You stand on His Word:
“For God has not given me the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” (2 Timothy 1:7)

Instead of begging for victory, you declare:
“In all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.” (Romans 8:37)

This is the difference.

Desperation prays from lack.
Authority prays from finished work.

Jesus already paid the price.
He already secured the victory.
You are not trying to win…
You are enforcing what has been won.

So when you pray, don’t come like someone trying to persuade God.
Come as one who knows:

“I have access.”
“I have backing.”
“I have authority in Christ.”

Let your prayers be filled with Word.
Let your mouth speak what heaven has already said.

Because when God hears His Word in your mouth…
He confirms it.

Stop begging.
Start believing.
Stop pleading.
Start declaring.

You will never pray amiss…
If you pray scriptures.

[AlphaFox @alphafox]

Man perfectly explains the reason for the worlds declining birth rate: 💯

[Anna Hanselmann @Olivecat11]

@libsoftiktok @DiannaFWilliam1 @united Gross…☹️

[Anna Hanselmann @Olivecat11]

@_jeremiahj Wonderful book full of truth! 🙏🏻✝️❤️

[Patricia Heaton @PatriciaHeaton]

I wasn’t happy when Clinton, Obama or Biden won, but I didn’t call them fascist/dangerous/threat to democracy. I didn’t hope someone would assassinate them. I went on with my life with gratitude. Friends on the left, please try this. Your life and our country will be better.

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The scariest part is not that you are hurting.

It is that you are getting used to living without expecting God to move.

“And the Lord said unto Abraham, Wherefore did Sarah laugh, saying, Shall I of a surety bear a child, which am old?” Genesis 18:13 KJV

Sarah laughed, but it was not the laugh of joy. It came from a heart that had carried hope for a long time and had learned to protect itself from further hurt.

That is one reason this moment is so gentle and searching.

The Lord heard what no one else could fully hear. He did not miss the hidden ache under the reaction and He knew the weariness.

When He brought her laughter into the open, He was not being cruel. He was drawing unbelief into the light where grace could meet it.

We do the same kind of hiding. We may not say outright that God cannot help us, but we let disappointment settle in so deeply that trust begins to thin out. We lower our expectations and stop asking plainly.

We keep outward order while inwardly assuming that this particular burden will remain unchanged.

Yet Christ is kind to weak believers. He does not turn away from frail faith. He knows how discouragement can cloud the heart.

The Lord who exposed Sarah’s laughter also kept His promise to her. He was not driven off by her weakness.

That should steady us. We do not need to pretend before Him. We can bring the thing we half-fear to name. We can tell Him where trust has grown thin. He already knows, and He does not despise the honest soul that comes to Him.

[LHGrey™️ @grey4626]

Occasionally, on purpose, the American body politic drops a teacup to shatter on the floor. And it is satisfied...ecstatically so...when the fragments do not gather themselves up again.

Look at it, this republic we pretend still gleams like finest china.

Both parties have taken turns hurling it against the marble.

One side smashed it in the name of sacred tradition and divine order; the other, in the name of progress and righteous fury.

Neither had the courage to admit they were simply drunk on power, so they called the breakage “necessary.”

They called it “democracy.”

They called it everything except what it was:

deliberate, gleeful vandalism of the only vessel we had left.

Now the teacup lies in pieces. Entropy has claimed its due.

The second law of political thermodynamics is merciless...disorder only increases.

You cannot glue the shards back together without the cracks showing, without the hairline fractures waiting for the next tremor to finish what the first blow began.

And still the partisans scurry about with their little tubes of adhesive, their hashtags and their cope, insisting that if only their side holds the cup just right, time will reverse.

The teacup will rise.

The teacup is broken.

It is never going to gather itself back together.

Time does not reverse for nations any more than it does for the dead.

What we are witnessing is not repair; it is the exquisite, pathological satisfaction of watching the last porcelain edges crumble underfoot while both sides scream that the other side is the one holding the hammer.

Left and Right, Red and Blue...two cannibal cults circling the same corpse, each convinced the other is the monster.

Each projecting its own rot outward so it never has to smell the gangrene in its own mouth.

They do not want to mend the cup. They want to be the last one still holding a jagged piece when the lights go out.

And the citizens?

The poor, trembling citizens eyes wide, empathy weaponized, mind palace on fire...still believes that somewhere, somehow, a place can be made for decency in this world.

That if we just understand the pathology deeply enough, the monster will spare us.

It will not.

The teacup does not reassemble.

The republic does not heal by pretending the break was accidental.

It was not. It was policy.

It was strategy.

It was the cold, smiling arithmetic of power that has always known exactly what it was doing.

So stop pretending the cracks are merely cosmetic.

The teacup is shattered.

And both parties are the ones who dropped it on purpose.

Someday, perhaps, a wiser species will walk among the shards and understand what we refused to see:

that once the vessel is gone, you do not mourn the porcelain. You learn to drink from your hands, or you die of thirst.

💀⚔️