To my colleagues in the Senate, deliver what the American people sent you here to do.
Stay in Washington, force a talking filibuster, and pass the SAVE America Act.
Quit hiding behind archaic rules. Use the tools at your disposal to secure our elections.
🔥🚨 MAJOR BREAKING — South Dakota GOP Committee has UNANIMOUSLY voted to CENSURE Sen. John Thune.
HIS HOME STATE IS FED UP! 🔥
The resolution will now head to a floor vote before the South Dakota Republican Party.
MASSIVE: The people in Thune's home state are sick OF HIM OVER the stalled SAVE America Act and are raising serious questions about Thune’s future ahead of 2028.
📷@ScottPresler
You don’t have to flee your shit hole country, just because it’s a shit hole country.
You can stay, and heroically save your country.
There’s evidence of this happening, in El Salvador.
Like him, or hate him, but Bukele was the man for the job.
Went from murder capital of the world, to a place I would like to vacation.
Love your country, save your country.
We’re trying to do that ourselves. Americans got no where to flee to.
“Get the hell outta here.”
This is the attitude that our elected officials have for Republican voters — contempt.
“I’m the assh@le saying you can’t come in.”
If you know anyone in South Dakota, please show them this video.
I never ask you to make things viral.
My wife and I own Forest Park Pharmacy, and we don't accept insurance. None of it. That decision is exactly why we could fix what happened to a patient today.
A family came in wanting to transfer their kid's antibiotic to us. The child had already STARTED the course. Then, mid-treatment, the insurance company decided the last 14 tablets suddenly needed a "prior authorization" before the other pharmacy could hand them over. A sick kid, halfway through an antibiotic, and the answer was "please hold."
The drug is linezolid. It's a generic. It's been generic for over a decade. It treats serious gram-positive infections — the kind you do NOT want to stop antibiotics in the middle of, because an interrupted course is how you breed resistant bugs and end up right back where you started.
So why the hold-up on a cheap, common generic? Follow the fake math.
Insurance and the PBMs behind them price drugs off a number called AWP — "Average Wholesale Price." People in my industry have another name for it: "Ain't What's Paid." It's a benchmark number, not a real-world cost. On paper, the AWP for just those last 14 tablets is about $2,500.
My cash price for the same 14 tablets? $18.
Read that again. The system that's supposedly "protecting" this family from cost is the same system that inflated an $18 medication into a $2,500 line item, then slapped a prior auth on it to "review the expense" THEY invented. They manufactured the problem, then billed everyone for the privilege of solving it — and made a sick kid wait while they did it.
This is the whole game. When a drug is priced honestly, there's nothing to "manage." When it's priced off a fantasy benchmark, you get spread pricing, PA paperwork, pharmacy phone trees, and delayed treatment — all dressed up as cost control.
Here's the part nobody tells you: roughly 90% of prescriptions are low-cost generics. For the vast majority of what people pick up every day, running it through insurance does two things — raises the real cost and risks delaying your care. That's it. That's the value-add.
That's why we fired the insurance companies. No middleman deciding your kid can't finish their antibiotics on schedule. No fake prices. Just the real number, on the shelf, today.
The medication was always cheap. The insurance was the expensive part.
A Waffle House at three in the morning. I ordered hash browns. The waitress, Charlene, turned toward the kitchen and shouted.
"Scattered, smothered, covered!"
I rose from my stool.
These were battle commands. Shouted across a room, fast, in code, the way a captain calls a line into position. Something was happening. I prepared myself.
"Who is under attack?" I asked.
Charlene turned back. "Huh? Oh. That's just your hash browns, baby."
I sat back down slowly. "...The potatoes have their own commands?"
"Mhm. Scattered means on the grill. Smothered's onions. Covered's cheese."
"And there are more?"
She counted them off without looking at a menu. "Chunked is ham. Diced is tomato. Peppered's jalapeños. Capped's mushrooms. Topped's chili. Country's sausage gravy."
I was silent for a moment. Nine words. Nine fates, for one potato.
In my homeland, a man earns a name through a lifetime of deeds. Here, a hash brown can earn nine in a single night. I had badly underestimated this country.
"I want all of them," I said. "Every word. The potato has earned them."
"...You want it all the way?"
"All the way. To give it fewer would be an insult."
Charlene shouted the whole thing back into the kitchen, the full litany, and the cook answered without turning around, and I stood again and bowed to him, sergeant to sergeant. He did not see it. It did not matter. I knew.
It came buried. Onions, cheese, ham, tomato, peppers, mushrooms, chili, gravy. You could barely find the potato underneath, which seemed correct, because by then the potato was no longer a side dish. It was a decorated soldier.
I ate the whole thing with a fork in both fists. It was hot and filthy and magnificent. I have eaten in palaces. I have never eaten anything that was honored this thoroughly.
So tell me, America.
You can shout the same potato into nine different lives.
Who wrote this language, and where can a foreigner learn it?
And the cook who answers in code at three in the morning. Is that a kitchen, or a war room?
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