𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
Chip Roy claims that everyone else is lying. He says he has never been anti-Trump or anti-MAGA. You decide.
Chip claimed in the Congressional Record that President @realDonaldTrump twice committed “impeachable” conduct. Chip Roy also said @KenPaxtonTX should resign from office.
If elected Attorney General, Chip will continue to undermine both President Trump and Ken Paxton.
Chip was wrong then, and he is wrong for Texas now. Please join me, Ken Paxton, and thousands of conservative Texans and vote for @Mayes_Middleton for Texas Attorney General.
TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF EARLY VOTING.
Election Day is Tuesday, May 26.
YOUR VOTE IS IMPORTANT.
Thank you and God Bless. #txlege
I was AG Paxton’s lawyer during the failed attempt to impeach him. I studied every piece of evidence. I cross examined the key witnesses. It quickly became apparent to me that the entire effort was sloppily thrown together by those he opposed—the old guard, the establishment. Their hope was that with unsupported, salacious allegations, along with a compliant and willing media, Paxton would quit. He would not quit. He will not quit. He will never quit. The totality of the impeachment evidence was nothing more than junk. And it didn’t take much effort to expose it. In the process I came to know Ken Paxton. He is thoughtful, strategic, and brilliant. He will be a damn fine senator for our state. Most of the attacks you see now are being made by the same people he soundly defeated in the impeachment. They lost then, and they will lose again. Go vote.
I am incredibly honored to have President Trump’s COMPLETE AND TOTAL ENDORSEMENT.
No one has ever fought harder for the American people than President Trump, and I look forward to championing his America First agenda in the Senate!
Texas, get out and VOTE!
🏴English to become the official European language🏴
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".
In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.
130 schools said no.
He led the losingest program in college football history to a national championship anyway.
Fernando Mendoza was a 2-star recruit from Miami.
He tried to walk on at his hometown school. They passed.
So did FIU.
So did FAU.
So did everyone else.
At 17, he was sitting in his bedroom, crying over a silent recruiting inbox—after driving to 18 camps with his dad and sending highlights to more than 100 programs.
Not one FBS offer.
His only option? Yale. No scholarship. No NFL path.
Everyone told him to be “realistic.”
“Know your place.”
“Be grateful.”
He didn’t listen.
Because Mendoza understood something most people miss:
The worst outcome isn’t failing.
It’s never getting the chance to try.
Two weeks before signing day in 2022, his phone rang.
Cal needed a body. One offer. Out of 134 schools.
He took it.
He arrived as the third-string quarterback.
Spent a year on the scout team.
Lost his first four starts.
Got sacked 41 times behind a broken offensive line.
Still got up. Every time.
Then Cal brought in a transfer instead of building around him.
So Mendoza left the only school that had ever said yes.
He transferred to Indiana—the losingest program in college football history.
People laughed.
“Career suicide.”
“Graveyard program.”
“Nobody wins there.”
One coach told him something different:
“I’m going to make you the best Fernando Mendoza possible.”
That was enough.
Mendoza wasn’t just playing for football.
His mother has battled multiple sclerosis for 18 years.
Before every snap, he thought of her.
“My mother is my why.”
Indiana went 16–0.
Beat six Top-10 teams.
Won their first Big Ten title since 1945.
Mendoza threw 41 touchdowns.
Won the Heisman—first in school history.
First Cuban-American to ever do it.
Then came the title game.
Miami. Near his hometown.
Fourth-and-4. Season on the line.
Quarterback draw.
The kid 134 schools rejected spun through defenders and dove into the end zone.
Game over.
Indiana—national champions.
The losingest program became the best team in America.
All because a 17-year-old refused to believe “no” was the end.
Rankings don’t decide your ceiling.
Gatekeepers don’t write your ending.
Being overlooked isn’t a verdict—it’s a starting point.
Sometimes all you need is one shot…
and the courage to bet on yourself when nobody else will.
Don’t quit.
Credit: Barclay Mullins
On December 25, 1983, Ronald and Nancy Reagan quietly broke presidential protocol in the most beautiful way imaginable. Before dawn, at 6 a.m., they slipped out of the White House without fanfare, drove themselves to a small suburban Virginia nursing home, and spent the morning serving breakfast to elderly residents who had no family to visit them on Christmas Day. Nancy stood at the griddle flipping pancakes, while Ronnie sat beside a 90-year-old woman with dementia who kept calling him “son.” He never corrected her. He simply held her hand and whispered, “I’m here, Mama. I’m here.”
The Secret Service was frantic—there was no full security detail, no advance planning, no press. This wasn’t a staged moment or a political gesture. It began because Nancy had read a letter from a nursing home administrator describing the crushing loneliness many residents felt during the holidays. She turned to Ronnie and said, “We have to do something. These could be our parents.”
What few people knew at the time was that this wasn’t a one-day act of kindness. It became a private tradition the Reagans repeated every Christmas throughout all eight years of the presidency. Always in secret. Always without cameras. Nancy baked cookies herself the night before. Ronnie brought letters from soldiers overseas and read them aloud to veterans whose eyes could no longer manage the words.
One Christmas, Reagan spent forty-five minutes sitting beside a dying Korean War veteran, holding his hand and praying quietly so he wouldn’t have to leave this world alone. When Nancy found them, Ronnie was crying. “No hero,” he told her, “should die without someone telling them thank you.”
These stories only surfaced years later, shared by nursing home staff after Reagan’s death. They endure because they reveal something rare and enduring—that the most meaningful acts of love and service are often the ones no one sees, done not for recognition or applause, but simply because the heart knows it must show up.
I’m glad to announce that Google has now signed a historic $1.375 BILLION settlement with Texas—the largest ever, with a single state.
If Big Tech thinks they can get away with abusing user data and illegally spying on Texans without consequences, I will prove them wrong.
FYI. Voice memos drive me crazy. They shift all the work from sender to receiver.
You hit record and ramble for 3 minutes while I’m stuck listening with no way to skim.
You’re trading YOUR efficiency for MY time, and if you keep choosing your convenience over mine, don’t be surprised when I stop opening your messages altogether.