Ron Goodden

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

One year ago today, we lost an incredible man.

He was a patriot, leader, and beloved father and husband.

He was kiIIed for speaking the truth.

Today we honor the life of Charlie Kirk, an American hero 🇺🇸

[Rapid Response 47 @RapidResponse47]

Laken Riley's mom, Allyson Phillips: "We went to the State of the Union and Democrats don't stand for us. Their political beliefs are so far in the extreme that they're incapable of just being human."

[Michael Shellenberger @shellenberger]

Reporters use the label "far right" 3 to 14 times more often than "far left." The term implies that the parties opposing mass migration are undemocratic. In fact, they're winning elections. The real fascists are the ones censoring, banning, and prosecuting their enemies.

[Ron Goodden @RonGoodden]

@people Hollywood demonstrating yet again just how far removed they are from the rest of America. And from reality.

[MAGA Deb 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 @DebRN1953]

His wife gave him the information that changed everything.
Tom Burnett was aboard United Flight 93 on September 11, 2001, when he called his wife, Deena.
At first, he was trying to understand what was happening.
Then she told him about the planes that had already crashed into the World Trade Center.
Burnett realized something terrifying.
The people who had taken Flight 93 were not simply trying to hijack the plane.
They intended to use it as a weapon.
Burnett called his wife several times that morning.
He asked her to contact authorities and pass along what he knew.
Then came the decision that would define his final minutes.
He and several other passengers were going to fight back.
Burnett told Deena they were going to rush the hijackers.
He knew what that meant.
He knew there was a strong possibility he would never see his wife or his three young daughters again.
But the passengers had learned what had happened to the other planes.
They understood what was waiting for them if they did nothing.
At 10:03 a.m., Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
The passengers never reached the hijackers' intended destination.
The exact target has never been conclusively established, although the U.S. Capitol is widely considered the likely target based on investigative findings and intelligence.
Tom Burnett was 38 years old.
He had a wife.
Three daughters.
A career.
A home waiting for him.
And one final phone call that ended with words meant for the people he loved.
“I love you. I love the girls.”
He never called back.
The passengers of Flight 93 knew they were probably not going to survive.
They fought anyway.
And somewhere inside that final decision was a simple calculation:
If we are going to de, we are not going to let them choose who else des with us.
Tom Burnett's name is permanently connected to that moment.
But outside the memorial and the history books, many people have never heard it.
He wasn't a soldier.
He wasn't a politician.
He was a husband and father who learned that his country was under attack...
and decided to fight back.
**He had three daughters waiting for him.
He chose to protect a nation they would have to grow up in without him.** 🇺🇸❤️

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

Illegal alien from Honduras Axel Antonio Espinal Herrera arrested for allegedly breaking into a 77-year-old woman's home in middle of the night and r*ping her

He now has an ICE hold.

Democrats are rioting in the streets to protect him.

Let that sink in.

[David Smith @digidavey]

She was 27 years old.
And in her final minutes alive, she tried to comfort everyone else.
On September 11, 2001, a young woman picked up an Airfone on a hijacked plane and spoke eight words her family has carried for the rest of their lives:
“This is going to be so much harder for you than it is for me.”
Her name was Honor Elizabeth Wainio.
Everyone called her Lizz.
Two days earlier, she had been in Paris.
She had just returned from Europe — a long-anticipated trip filled with joy. She attended a friend’s wedding in Florence. She walked the Champs-Élysées. She stepped into a church and lit a candle for her grandmother.
She once told her mother that if she ever got to see Paris, she could die happy.
She was 27. A rising district manager for Discovery Channel Stores. Driven. Organized. Warm. The kind of person who lived quickly because she believed there was so much life ahead.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, Lizz boarded United Airlines Flight 93 in Newark, bound for San Francisco.
There were 40 passengers and crew onboard.
At 9:28 a.m., four hijackers stormed the cockpit.
The plane violently dropped 700 feet. Screams filled the cabin. Passengers were forced to the rear of the aircraft.
But something happened on Flight 93 that changed history.
Through phone calls placed from seat-back Airfones and cell phones, passengers learned the unimaginable truth: planes had already struck the World Trade Center. The Pentagon had been hit.
This was not a hostage situation.
It was a coordinated suicide attack.
The people onboard understood before it was too late.
In the chaos, someone handed Lizz a phone.
“Call someone you love.”
She reached her stepmother, Esther.
Her voice, according to family accounts and later investigations, was steady. Clear. Not hysterical. Not broken.
She was trying to protect the person on the other end.
“It just hurts me most,” she said, “that this is going to be so much harder for you than it is for me.”
Pause there.
A 27-year-old woman, facing death at 30,000 feet, worried more about her family’s grief than her own fear.
They spoke for several minutes — about four, according to reports. They breathed together. There were no dramatic speeches. Just love carried through static.
Then Lizz said something else.
“I’m gonna be with Grandma.”
Her grandmother had lived near rural Pennsylvania — not far from where the plane would ultimately crash. Lizz could not have known that.
But in that moment, she found comfort in reunion.
At 9:57 a.m., passengers made a collective decision.
They were going to fight back.
Flight attendant Sandra Bradshaw told her husband she was boiling water to throw at the hijackers. Passenger Todd Beamer prayed the Lord’s Prayer with an operator and said words that would echo across a stunned nation:
“Let’s roll.”
Lizz’s final words came just before the counterattack began.
“They’re getting ready to break into the cockpit. I have to go. I love you. Good-bye.”
At 10:03 a.m., Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Investigators later concluded the hijackers were likely targeting either the U.S. Capitol or the White House. Because the passengers resisted, the aircraft never reached its intended target.
The 40 passengers and crew were later awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in recognition of their courage.
Today, the site is preserved as the Flight 93 National Memorial.
There stands the Tower of Voices — 40 wind chimes, each tuned to a distinct note. When the wind crosses that quiet Pennsylvania field, the chimes do not blend into one sound.
They remain separate.
Individual.
For years, Lizz’s father would call her cellphone just to hear her voicemail greeting. One day, the service was discontinued. The message was gone.
He later said losing her voice a second time felt unbearable.
At the memorial, he listens for a particular chime.
“That’s my daughter,” he says.
Honor Elizabeth Wainio’s story is not only about how she died.
It is about how she chose to live her final minutes.
She had just seen Paris. She had just lit a candle for her grandmother. She had plans. She had momentum. She had a future.
And when the worst moment imaginable arrived, she did not ask for comfort.
She gave it.
In a day remembered for smoke and terror, there were also phone calls filled with grace. There were strangers who became allies. There were ordinary people who refused to surrender quietly.
Thirty thousand feet above the earth, a young woman chose love over panic.
And because of people like her — frightened, human, brave — history shifted.
We remember her.
We remember all forty.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

They never do, because the legacy media IS far left! That is why they view normalcy as the far right.

[Mike Bales 🫡🇺🇸 @MikeBales]

Patrick “Paddy” Brown, 48, Captain of Ladder 3. Marine, Vietnam tunnel rat, FDNY legend. Men transferred just to work for him.

Sept. 11, 2001. He signed in at 8:00 a.m. After the first plane hit, Ladder 3 went up. Command ordered them out. From the 44th floor he radioed: “I refuse the order. We have too many burned people with me. I am not leaving them.”

The North Tower fell at 10:28. He and eleven of his men never came out. His ashes were scattered in Central Park, at the spot where he used to stop and look at the skyline.
Never Forget 🙏🏻

[Dotsthoughts @DorothyStangle]

Sara Elizabeth Low grew up in Batesville, Arkansas, and graduated high school there in 1991.
She went on to the University of Arkansas, earned a degree in finance and real estate, and by all accounts could have built a steady career behind a desk.
She chose the sky instead.
In the spring of 1999, Sara joined American Airlines as a flight attendant, based first in New York.
By the fall of 2000, she'd transferred to Boston and found her own apartment in Beacon Hill — her first real home after two years of rotating through roommates.
She was 28 years old on the morning of September 11, 2001, working American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston to Los Angeles.
At 8:32 a.m., after the flight was hijacked, fellow attendant Amy Sweeney needed a way to reach the ground.
The crew's usual method wasn't working. So Sara did something almost nobody would think to rely on: she recited her family's calling card number from memory, one she'd known since college.
Sweeney used it to reach the American Airlines Flight Services office in Boston — and stayed on that line for nearly 25 minutes, calmly relaying details about the hijackers to people on the ground.
At the same time, colleague Betty Ong made a second, separate call using the plane's onboard airphone, reaching American Airlines reservations directly.
Two calls. Two different channels. Both made possible because two flight attendants refused to stop working the problem.
Minutes later, the plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Sara Low died that morning, along with everyone else aboard Flight 11.
Five hijackers — Mohamed Atta, Abdulaziz al-Omari, Satam al-Suqami, Wail al-Shehri, and Waleed al-Shehri — had taken the plane, part of the broader September 11 attacks.
But Sara's story didn't end at 8:46 a.m.
On September 15, 2001, at a memorial service in Batesville, her roommate Karyn Ramsey did something quiet and enormous: she unpinned her own American Airlines flight attendant wings and placed them on Sara's father, Mike Low.
Mike wore "Karyn's wings" for weeks. Then he had an idea.
He reached out to a contact at the Pentagon and asked if the small pin could travel to Afghanistan, to a soldier serving in Operation Enduring Freedom.
The request reached Staff Sgt. Mark Baker of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment — the "Night Stalkers."
Baker pinned the wings to his gear and wore them through 20 combat missions.
He later said he wasn't always thinking about them mid-mission — but every time his helicopter lifted off, they reminded the whole crew why they were there.
On May 21, 2002, the Night Stalkers held a ceremony at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, and returned the wings to Mike — now engraved with Sara's name and the words "Afghan War."
He gave them back to Karyn.
Years later, she donated them to the 9/11 Memorial Museum, where they remain today — a single pin that traveled from a Boston flight deck to a Batesville memorial to a battlefield in Afghanistan and back again.
Sara Low was posthumously awarded the Association of Flight Attendants' highest honor for safety.
A memorized phone number. A borrowed set of wings. Neither one was standard equipment. Both did more than anything standard could have.

[Dotsthoughts @DorothyStangle]

This Humble Elevator Technician Ran Two Miles Into The World Trade Center To Save Hundreds Trapped In Stalled Elevators.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, 46-year-old elevator mechanic Charles "Chuck" Costello Jr. was working at a hotel in SoHo, twenty blocks north of the World Trade Center. It was a rare day for the New Jersey father of four to be working in Manhattan, but as a Boeing 767 slammed into the North Tower and hundreds of thousands of people began fleeing Lower Manhattan in terror, Costello did the unthinkable: he jumped out of his work site and ran over two miles straight toward the burning towers. When his coworker desperately urged him to stay back, the humble Navy veteran and devout Christian simply replied, "I'll be fine. Just keep your cellphone on," before disappearing into the thick smoke.
Inside the burning complex, stalled elevators had become horrific death traps, locking hundreds of panicked occupants inside pitch-black shafts filled with jet fuel smoke. While official contractors withdrew their crews from the chaos, Costello voluntarily charged into 1 World Trade Center to offer his technical expertise. Working alongside firefighters and police officers, who quickly came to know him as "the elevator man", he used his specialized tools and knowledge to override controls and manually force open jammed doors, freeing trapped workers line after line. After extricating countless people from the North Tower, he refused to seek safety for himself and instead ran directly into 2 World Trade Center to perform the exact same life-saving operation.
Costello’s tireless efforts saved hundreds of lives before the towers collapsed, but his refusal to abandon those trapped inside came at the ultimate price. On January 5, 2002, search and rescue crews finally recovered his remains deep beneath the rubble in a South Tower elevator shaft, resting side-by-side with a firefighter and a police officer. In his pocket were his driver’s license, union card, and rosary. Today, his son carries on his legacy as both an elevator mechanic and a volunteer firefighter. While the world remembers the overwhelming tragedy of that morning, Chuck Costello’s quiet, self-sacrificing courage stands as a testament to the highest order of human love, serving as a poignant reminder of how easily extraordinary human stories can be overlooked.

[Kim "Katie" USA @KimKatieUSA]

Seven “clergy” just got arrested in Williston, Vermont for blocking the ICE office and refusing to leave. Unlawful trespass. They look exactly like you’d expect.

Same energy as that bishop sermon President Trump and VP Vance had to sit through at the National Cathedral after the inauguration.

FAIR estimates put Vermont at about 10,000 illegal aliens and about $74.7 million a year on taxpayers.

[MAGA Deb 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 @DebRN1953]

September 4th
Kristine Marie Swearson, 34 years old, North Tower 103rd floor

Kristine Marie Swearson was born on September 4, 1967 to Eileen Townley and Ben Swearson. She had an older sister, Kerri. She lived in Manhattan, NY. Kristine attended and graduated from Leigh High School and Rutgers University. She worked at Merrill Lynch before joining Cantor Fitzgerald. Kristine was known to be a lively woman who worked hard for all she wanted to achieve in life. She had a loving boyfriend of two years and enjoyed traveling, yoga, and dancing. Kristine was very close with her sister, Kerri, who she considered to be her best friend. She had also recently reunited with long-lost cousins in North Dakota and had made a family website to keep in touch with them. Kristine was described by her friends and family as generous, loving, warm, and inspiring. Kristine had always wanted to work in New York City. On a sightseeing trip to New York, she looked at the World Trade Center and told her sister, Kerri, “See those towers? I’m going to work there someday.” By the beginning of 2001, Kristine’s had come true.

Kristine worked as a web designer for Cantor Fitzgerald’s subsidiary, eSpeed, on the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center’s North Tower. She made many good friends at Cantor and was very happy to be working there. On the morning of September 11, 2001, Kristine was working on the 103rd floor when Flight 11 struck the North Tower, leaving her floor and all of Cantor’s offices above the impassable impact zone. None of the firm’s attending employees survived, including Kristine. Though her life was unfairly cut short on September 11th, Kristine is forever loved and remembered for the love, accomplishments, and memories made while she was here. Her life and legacy are never forgotten.

Happy heavenly birthday, WE WILL NEVER FORGET. ❤️🕊

[C3 @C_3C_3]

A judge named Sparkle Sooknanan born in Trinidad and Tobago with dual citizenship has overruled the duly elected President of the United States attempt to stop illegals from voting in US elections.

Think about that.

We have a major problem with the Judicial Branch.

[The Babylon Bee @TheBabylonBee]

Mayor Mamdani Up All Night Practicing Sad Face For Upcoming 9/11 Observance https://t.co/gp7FHTYtUs

[Anna D. West 🇺🇸 @SlimWiggy]

Marie Lukas, 32, was a securities broker working on the 103rd floor of the North Tower on September 11, 2001 when Flight 11 was deliberately crashed into her building.

This was sadly not her first experience with Islamic terrorists attacking her workplace; she was also in the North Tower in 1993. Her dad, FDNY firefighter Frank Lukas (Engine 226) helped her evacuate that day.

On 9/11, however, she was well above the impact zone and all escape routes were cut off. Marie, a Cantor Fitzgerald employee, made two desperate calls to her father Frank, now retired. First she told him that a plane had struck and all exits were blocked.

Then she placed a second call, asking along with her terrified colleagues for advice as their office filled with smoke and conditions deteriorated. They asked Frank Lukas if they should break a window to try and get air, he told them no, that sudden draft of oxygen could intensify the fire and engulf them.

Marie's last words to her dad were acknowledging his advice, "OK Dad."

Marie and all of her colleagues were murdered that day by Muslim terrorists Mohamed Atta, Abdulaziz al-Omari, Satam al-Suqami, Wail al-Shehri and Waleed al-Shehri as well as those who planned these barbaric attacks. Never Forget.

[Liz Churchill @liz_churchill10]

Maria Bartiromo is a Hero. She told President Trump that Fox News was burying the 2020 stolen-election story…and they fired her for it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ That’s courage. Real reporters don’t take orders to stay silent.