My son in-law asked me to teach him how to grill and I might have ruined him.
My daughter got married three years ago. Her husband, Kyle, is a good guy, works in IT, polite, laughs at my jokes even when they're not funny.
But the man cannot grill.
Last summer they hosted a Fourth of July BBQ. Kyle was in charge of the burgers, i watched him flip them eleven times in six minutes. They came out gray, dry, tragic.
I didn't say anything, my wife kicked me under the table twice as a reminder.
Two weeks ago Kyle calls me.
Kyle: Hey, Can I ask you something?
Me: Sure.
Kyle: Would you teach me how to grill? Like, actually grill?
I was honored, genuinely.
Me: Absolutely, come over Saturday.
He showed up at noon with a notebook, A notebook.
Me: You're not taking notes.
Kyle: I want to remember.
Me: It's grilling, not calculus.
I started with the basics, Charcoal vs gas, heat zones, when to flip, the importance of letting meat rest.
He's writing everything down.
Then I got to seasoning.
Me: Most people overthink it, salt, pepper, garlic powder. That's it. You don't need seventeen spices.
Kyle: What about marinades?
Me: Waste of time unless you're doing chicken.
Kyle: Really?
Me: You're adding moisture to something you're about to dry out with fire. Doesn't make sense.
He wrote that down.
Then I said, "And if anyone ever tells you to flip a steak more than once, you walk away from that person."
Kyle: Why?
Me: Because they don't respect the steak.
He stared at me.
Kyle: Are you serious?
Me: Completely.
I could see his brain trying to figure out if I was messing with him. I wasn't.
We grilled for three hours, burgers, steaks, brats. He did great, listened, didn't rush, the kid has potential.
At the end I sent him home with leftovers and a meat thermometer.
Me: Use this, don't guess.
Last weekend my daughter calls.
My daugther: What did you do to Kyle?
Me: What do you mean?
Her: He's obsessed, he bought a new grill, he's watching YouTube videos, he tried to explain 'heat zones' to his mom, she had no idea what he was talking about."
Me: That's good.
Her: He grilled chicken at 9pm last night because he wanted to 'practice his sear.'
Me: Sounds like he's taking it seriously.
Her: Dad, He told my coworker her husband was 'disrespecting the steak.'
I started laughing.
Her: That's not funny, she thought he was crazy.
Me: He's not wrong.
Her: You created a monster.
Me: I created a man who knows how to grill.
She hung up on me.
Yesterday Kyle sent me a picture of a ribeye with perfect grill marks.
The text said: "Flipped once."
I've never been prouder.
53 murders in a five-square-block area; police afraid to enter; sixteen gang members brought to a meal; a peace treaty signed--Those same young men become volunteer coaches for 20-plus years.
The police commander who witnessed this — Rodney Monroe, 22 years on the force — retired to become the national director of the Violence Free Zone. Without a badge. Without a gun. Because he knew it was more effective than anything he had done in two decades of law enforcement.
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Trump just took America one step further towards REAL freedom. For years, the EPA has decided, "for your own good," that it must reduce emissions on diesel trucks, even if their method of doing so will limit your truck to going only FIVE mph when it gets too cold. And if you try to remove that limit, they'll ARREST you in an armed raid. Trump just pardoned a group of mechanics who committed that crime of daring to think THEY owned the trucks they purchased.
Imagine you're on a dark northern road. It's 30 below and your EPA-mandated DEF system fails due to the cold. Your truck then drops to 5 mph. The engine is fine, but a federal climate sensor failed, so you're no longer permitted to drive your own vehicle at a speed that would keep you alive.
When local mechanics stepped up to keep rigs running safely in subzero blizzards in Alaska four years ago, 30 ARMED EPA agents ran a tactical raid on the veteran-owned shop over engine modifications. This forces a basic question: When you hand over your hard-earned money, who actually owns that property? Because if they can lock your hood and strand you in a blizzard, you don't own that truck. You're just making the payments while they keep the keys.
Thank you, President Trump, for righting this grave injustice and once again reducing the power of the weaponized bureaucracy.
Mossad never forget
IDF never forgive
Israel remembers
The IDF eliminated Fadi Falah Ashour Dughmush, a commander in Hamas' military Training Department who lead a group of terrorist on October 7 who kidnapped Israeli mother & 2 kids later sexually assaulted and killed them.
People don't understand how Flock cameras can be abused. This deputy used Flock cameras to stalk a female who wasn't interested in him. He followed her, pulled her over, threatened to harass her boyfriend, etc. These cameras should be banned.
Israel no olvida
El Mossad no perdona
El terrorista de Hamás Muhammad Ashour, cuyo video se viralizó el 7/10 arrastrando a una joven israelí, quien violó el cadáver de la joven, fue abatido en una operación de inteligencia de las FDI.
Se estaba escondiendo como personal médico.
My mother still cries about it.
Forty years later, she'll be sitting at the table, and her eyes will fill, and she says the same words she's said my whole life: "We had everything. We lost it all. And we couldn't give you children anything."
Mom, I have told you a thousand times — and I will tell you a thousand more. You gave me the greatest gift a parent can ever give a child. You gave me America. Nothing else matters. Nothing else even comes close.
Let me tell you what she means.
In Iran, we did have everything. My father spent thirty years helping build a nation — its cities, its schools, its roads, its hospitals. We belonged to a Jewish community that had lived on Persian soil for 2,700 years. We had a home, a history, a name that meant something.
And then, almost overnight, we had a target on our backs. Bullets cracked over our roof. Cars burned in our street. My father became a hunted man for two unforgivable crimes: he had served his country, and he was a Jew.
So he did the only thing a father can do. He sold everything we owned for whatever he could get, gathered his wife, his mother, and his four little boys, and he ran. Thirty years of a man's life's work — surrendered at the door, in exchange for our lives.
We were the lucky ones. That community was once a hundred thousand souls. Most never got out with what we did. Some never got out at all.
We carried away only what no regime could confiscate — our faith, our language, our poetry, and each other. And after a few years finding our footing, we came here. To America. To the one country on earth that looked at a family fleeing a regime that hated it… and opened its arms anyway.
We arrived with empty hands. And that is the wound my mother has never let go of — that after all they'd had, they gave us nothing.
But Mom, you don't understand what you gave me.
You gave me a country where I could pray out loud without fear. Where I could speak my mind. Where a penniless refugee kid could become a physician, a scientist, an author — where the only ceiling was how hard I was willing to work. You didn't hand me an inheritance. You handed me something no fortune in Iran could ever have bought: the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder.
That is a love only an exile understands. Not the calm, comfortable patriotism of someone born into safety — but the fierce, protective, almost desperate love of someone who has watched a homeland turn on its own people and knows, in his bones, how quickly it can all be taken away.
And that is exactly why I will never stay silent.
When you have watched a revolution promise heaven and deliver a prison — when you've seen radical Islamists and the intoxicating lies of socialism hollow out a great nation from the inside until it devours its own children — you do not take a single hour of American freedom for granted. And you carry one holy fear: watching it happen again.
I did not flee that fire to sit quietly while anyone strikes the same match under the country that saved my family. You do not escape the thing that destroyed your first home only to welcome it into your second. I love America too much — and I remember far too much — to let that happen without a fight.
So I spend my life trying to be worthy of the gift. Through medicine. Through science. Through my words. By defending the freedoms that saved us — free speech, free thought, the God-given right to choose — with everything I have. This country once invested in me with no expectation of return, only trust. I have been repaying that trust every day since, and I will until my last breath.
So this is my answer, Mom.
You did not send me into the world with empty hands. You placed in them the freest, most generous, most extraordinary nation in the history of mankind.
You gave me America.
And I will spend the rest of my life proving it was more than enough.
Happy 250th Birthday. 🇺🇸
God bless the United States of America. 🗽
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Adam Carolla: Socialists have to go into government after college because they’d run corporations into the ground.
You need an Elon Musk to run a company.
So you dopes all just went back into academia and now government where you don’t have to produce anything.
You can’t take over companies because your ideology would destroy the company. When profits fall, the board eventually tosses you out.
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Two patriotic 85-year-old songwriters called the Forever Boys released a music video called “What Would You Do If America Needed You," in reaction to the recent election of multiple far-left communists.
The song calls on every American to preserve the principles and freedoms on which our country was founded.
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