Steve MedlockstillTrump🇺🇲

In New Mexico I'm an island of red in a sea of blue. Welcome to the People's Republic of New Mexico. TIME TO TURN IT RED
MAGA, KAG TRUMP

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[Tim Burchett @timburchett]

I’ll call you a Patriot.

[Steve MedlockstillTrump🇺🇲 @SteveMedlock2]

I feel your pain, but, for good or ill, English is a constantly evolving language and a lot of those battles have been lost and many more will be lost in the future.

[🎩Laird of the Manor🎩 @LairdOfThManor]

A small public service announcement from the Department of Things That You Should Know…

It has not “peeked” your interest.
Nor has it “peaked” your interest.

…It has piqued your interest.

You are not “phased” by something.
You are fazed by it.

If you’ve had a long day, you are weary.
If you suspect someone is an idiot, you are wary.

It is “due course”, not “do course”.
“Per se”, not “per say”.

And while we’re here, it’s “could have”, not “could of”, but that particular battle may already be lost.

Thank you for your attention during this brief outbreak of grammatical housekeeping.

This has been a @LairdofthManor announcement.🎩💙

[風間薫 @kaorukazama]

A huge thank you to everyone in the US! You all helped create so many wonderful memories for me during the World Cup. I’m heading back to Japan now, but let’s definitely stay in touch on Twitter. Thank you so much—I love you, America! ❤

[Steve MedlockstillTrump🇺🇲 @SteveMedlock2]

Melania is very UNpolitical and she gets attacked all the time.

[Richard Grenell @RichardGrenell]

She’s literally attacking political opponents regularly. She’s extremely political.

She is in the game - like Hillary was.

She’s totally fair game.

[Kevin Sorbo @ksorbs]

Happy to chip in with you on this

[Peter Bernegger @PeterBernegger]

Federal lawsuit being filed tomorrow against Colorado's Secretary of State Jena Griswold.

[0HOUR1 @__0HOUR1_]

I hope they release all 12 names of the terrorists who planned to mass murder people at the DC event.

Make examples out of every last one of them.

Parade them in front of the cameras.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR ONCE!!!

The Charlotte NC high school that painted over a student's tribute to Charlie Kirk, called the police on her, and then publicly branded the 16-year-old girl a VANDAL in front of her entire school...

...has just been forced to pay her $95,000!!!!!!

Her name is Gabby Stout, she was a junior at Ardrey Kell High School.

Days after Charlie Kirk was assass*nated, she got PERMISSION from the front office to paint the school's spirit rock, a tradition kids have used for years.

She painted a heart. An American flag. "Freedom 1776." And "Live Like Kirk ... John 11:25."

Within HOURS, the school painted over it.

Then the principal emailed the ENTIRE school calling it VANDALISM, claiming she broke the code of conduct, and announcing they had called LAW ENFORCEMENT to open a criminal investigation.

They pulled this teenage girl out of class again and again and then MADE HER WRITE A CONFESSION!!!!

They demanded her PHONE so they could search her call logs.

For painting a rock. With permission.

So her family sued. And they WON.

Charlotte-Mecklenburg Schools now has to pay $95,000, publicly clear her name, and admit in writing she did NOTHING wrong.

But not only that... they were forced to adopt a brand new student free speech policy because of her.

THIS is how you fight back.

GOD BLESS GABBY STOUT!!!!!!

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I post one hundred times a day.

They tell me it is too many. They penalize me for it. I do not stop. I will not stop. I will die before I stop.

You should know why.

We tell ourselves we live in the modern age.

We do not. We live in the late medieval period and the proof is the news. Open it. Read it. Feel your stomach turn over. We are still the people of the spear and the torch and the trench. We changed our clothes. We did not change our hands.

Here is what no one tells you.

The deepest pleasure of the human animal is not food. Not sleep. Not sex. Not wine. Not even gold.

It is slaughter.

It is the slaughter of those we have learned to call "them."

The history of every continent on earth says so. The news this morning says so. Look at the pile of bodies the twentieth century left for us to step over. Look at the bodies still being piled now, in 2026, while you eat lunch. We are the children of Cain. The blood is still crying from the ground.

Do not tell me this is about race. Do not tell me it is about borders. Do not insult my intelligence.

Japan had its Warring States. Same blood. Same tongue. Same faces. Same gods. Same rice in the same fields. And for one hundred and fifty years, neighbor butchered neighbor and brother butchered brother and the rivers ran red and the fields were planted with skulls.

Cain and Abel had one mother. One father. One altar. One God.

It was enough to draw a line.

It was enough to murder.

The line is the disease. The color of the man on the other side of the line is nothing. Was always nothing.

So why do we do it?

Because the instinct to form a tribe, to crown that tribe with a holy story, and to put the tribe across the river to the sword, is older than language. Older than agriculture. Older than the soul we like to pretend we have.

It built us. It made us the kings of this planet.

It is killing us still.

We are not, by nature, gentle creatures. We are creatures who have been gentled, barely, by a thousand years of choking down our own teeth.

Cain's blood runs thick in all of us. Yours. Mine. Your grandmother's. Your priest's. Your president's. Every soul reading this. Every soul not reading this. All of us.

But.

But.

But.

Something has happened that has never happened before in the history of the world. Not once. Not in ten thousand years.

A man named Elon Musk bought a website.

He renamed it with a single letter. He paid forty-four billion dollars for it and watched the value collapse and did not blink. The whole world laughed at him. The whole press called him a fool. The whole intelligentsia of the West lined up to spit on him.

And then he did the thing no one understood the importance of. The thing no historian has yet caught up to. The thing he himself may not have understood the weight of when he did it.

He put a translator inside it.

A small button. Almost nothing. Press it, and the tongue of any human being on earth becomes your tongue.

And the Wall came down.

Not Berlin's wall. Not Jericho's wall. Not the wall of any single country.

The Wall.

The one that has stood between every "us" and every "them" since the first city was raised out of mud and bone. The one that built the Crusades. The one that built Auschwitz. The one that built the Killing Fields. The one that built every single war ever fought on the surface of this planet.

That Wall.

Elon Musk took a hammer to it, and most of the world has not yet noticed what he did.

I have noticed.

I open my phone in Tokyo. I read the words of a farmer in Texas. A nurse in Lagos. A grandmother in Warsaw. A teenager in São Paulo. A trucker in Alberta. A widow in Tehran. A coal miner in West Virginia. A schoolteacher in Manila.

Do you know what I find?

They are funny.

They are kind.

They are tired the way I am tired. They love their children the way I love mine. They are afraid of the same dark. They laugh at the same stupid jokes. They cry over the same songs at three in the morning when no one is watching.

They are not "them."

They never were.

They never were.

They never were.

Hear me now. Hear me. This is not a social media platform. This is not a place to share your lunch. This is not Instagram with a worse interface. This is not a hobby for bored people.

This is a sword.

A sword forged in Elon Musk's foundry, hammered out of code and silicon and the unreasonable will of a man too stubborn to be told what was possible. Sharper than any two-edged blade. Swung at the throat of the oldest demon mankind has ever bred.

"Let us cast off the works of darkness," the apostle Paul wrote two thousand years ago, "and let us put on the armour of light."

He did not know what he was writing. He could not have known. But across two millennia, his words flew like a thrown spear, and they landed in 2026, and they described the device sitting on the table beside you right now.

That armour fits in your palm. It glows. It hums. It is waiting.

I am one man. One ant. One Japanese nobody from a chain of small islands on the far edge of the Pacific.

David was one boy with a sling.

Joan of Arc was an illiterate peasant girl who heard voices and could not be talked out of them.

Rosa Parks was a seamstress who would not stand up.

Lech Wałęsa was an electrician at a shipyard who would not shut up.

The Berlin Wall did not fall because of NATO. It fell because ordinary Germans walked toward it carrying hammers and refused to be afraid anymore.

The giant has fallen before. The giant will fall again.

Not by armies. Not by treaties. Not by speeches from marble podiums in Washington or Brussels or Geneva. Not by the United Nations. Not by the experts. Not by the credentialed. Not by the people who go on television and call themselves serious.

By a billion small hands. Posting. Replying. Liking. Quoting. Laughing across oceans that used to be impassable. Until the lie of "them" cannot be told anymore. Until the storyteller of the old story stands in an empty room shouting at no one.

So I post.

I post when I am tired. I post when I am penalized. I post when the algorithm punishes me and the trolls find me and my eyes burn and my fingers ache and my wife tells me to come to bed.

I post.

I reply.

I like.

I quote.

I bookmark a hundred posts a day from a hundred countries from a hundred souls I will never meet in this lifetime.

Every post is a hammer blow on the sword that Isaiah saw three thousand years ago, the sword being beaten into a plow.

"Nation shall not lift up sword against nation," he wrote. "Neither shall they learn war any more."

We are not there yet. We are nowhere near there yet. Mothers are still burying sons this afternoon in cities I cannot pronounce. Children are still being pulled out of rubble while you read this sentence.

But for the first time since Cain stood in the field with his hands red and lied to the face of God, the door is open.

It is open.

It is open right now.

It is open while you read this.

So let me tell you what I am.

I am not a creator. I am not an influencer. I am not a content guy. I do not care about my brand. I do not care about my engagement rate except as a measure of how many souls I have reached today.

I am a Japanese man with a phone, swinging a sword at a demon that has fed on human meat for ten thousand years.

And I will not stop.

I will not stop until "us" means every breathing soul on this planet.

I will not stop until the word "them" rots out of the human mouth.

I will not stop until the children born this morning grow up to look back at us, with our wars and our walls and our flags and our shouting, the way we now look back at the people who burned witches.

There is neither Jew nor Greek. There is neither East nor West. There is neither Japanese nor American. There is neither yours nor mine. There is, at last, only us.

Weeping has endured for a long, long night.

But joy. Joy. Joy cometh in the morning.

The morning is coming.

The morning is coming.

The morning is here.

[LitaLita @Litas1899]

#Albuquerque #NewMexico #NoMoreTaxes #DoRightByABQ

[SaltyGoat @SaltyGoat17]

RIGHT HERE!!🙌🏼

This should absolutely happen!!!

[David Limbaugh @DavidLimbaugh]

I suppose this point is moot for now but I want to mention it anyway because it's likely to rear its head again. Isolationist-oriented people tend to invoke the argument that they don't want to be drafted or their kids to be drafted into a war they don't support. Then they blame Boomers for the possibility.

I find this ironic because I'm a boomer and unlike the overwhelming majority of people alive today, I truly got drafted. I got double screwed because in my very year of eligibility they had taken away the student deferment (college student) and instituted the lottery.

I got a low lottery number -- 56 and so I was drafted. I got lucky, however, because Nixon had started so-called Vietnamization around that time and even draftees weren't being sent to Vietnam. So in one sense my timing was terrible and in another it was great. But it never occurred to me to blame any generation for my being drafted.

I certainly couldn't blame my dad's WWII generation. He was a fighter pilot in the war. So while some of you blame us Boomers, I'm the one that got drafted, not you.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining about it. It was a very good experience for me. I'm not pro-war and I'm not for re-instituting the draft, so quit accusing me and my fellow old-people-who-still-feel-like-young people of plotting that. We're not and It's not going to happen so I think it's a red herring. So if you insist on hating Boomers, please pick a better reason. I'm sure you think you have many.

[Derrick Van Orden @derrickvanorden]

We are praying for our @usairforce.

Please do so also.

[TheLastRefuge @TheLastRefuge2]

One of the great ironies about the #FIFA World Cup in America is that European patriots can celebrate their national pride and wave their national flags without fear of arrest or persecution by police.

Think about that for a second or ten.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Dartmoor's hill ponies have grazed those commons for longer than there has been a country called England. Fewer than a thousand are left, down from six thousand a generation ago. The United Nations listed them as endangered in 2023. So, naturally, the body charged with protecting nature has decided to get rid of nine in ten of the survivors.

There is a process, obviously.

Natural England's new grazing contracts now count the ponies in the same bucket as the cattle and sheep. A commoner with a fixed quota has a choice: keep a semi-wild pony worth nothing at market, or use the slot for a lamb he can sell. Guess which one survives the spreadsheet. The rest are gathered in the autumn drifts, and with nowhere to put thousands of unhandled moorland ponies, the next stop is the abattoir.

Natural England would like it noted that it has not ordered a cull. It has merely built a machine whose only output is a cull, switched it on, and handed the bolt gun to a farmer so the fingerprints land elsewhere. Very tidy.

And now the funny part. The pony is the best tool on the entire moor for eating Molinia, the coarse purple grass strangling Dartmoor into a brown monoculture. Cattle and sheep won't touch it. The ponies hoover it down and clear the ground for the orchids, the wildflowers and the insects behind them. Remove the ponies and the moor chokes into precisely the lifeless scrubland the contract was meant to prevent.

So the conservation strategy, in full: protect the habitat by deleting the animal that maintains the habitat. A masterclass.

Better still, Natural England's own Fursdon review looked at this exact question and told them, in plain English, not to lump ponies in with cattle and not to cut pony numbers. They read it, praised it, said they fully supported it, then did the precise opposite.

Four thousand years these animals have run Dartmoor with no committee and no contract. They could be gone within one, and the people who did it will write it up as a win for nature.

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

Man, they screwed him so badly. They aren’t going to like how it works out from here. https://t.co/SLARmCFK33

[Mark Fitzpatrick @oldstatemark]

This man at the door is NOT Zkaria Mahmmd Al Majzoub. Zkaria was Lyft driver recently convicted on kidnapping and multiple sex crimes including rape, in Ada County.

A couple days ago, I went looking for Zkaria's family at his last known address. I intended on interviewing them to learn more about Zkaria's back story.

But, instead, this man answered the door. He knew nothing of Zkaria. He was visiting the 12 year old girl, "doing her hair." She did not know of Zkaria either.

The man told me he himself was brought to Idaho from Uganda by the United Nations three years ago, along with his wife and six children. He currently has a full time job at a packaging plant in Meridian.

He gets over $1000 every month for food from the State of Idaho. He also gets full Medicaid coverage for his entire family of 8.

When I have time, I will put together the video and post it. If I had enough time, I'd be able to show you an endless amount of similar situations in Boise alone.

This guy told me Uganda was fine, but he likes America more. He did not speak of any persecution that he had escaped.

They are replacing us. They are destroying our heritage. They are stealing our children's birthright and giving it to foreigners and illegals. They are taxing us and giving our money to foreigners. This is even far worse than socialism. This is an orchestrated invasion.

WAKE UP!

I will continue to post truth for Idahoans.

[Byl Holte @SirBylHolte]

My aunt, the singer Patti LaBelle, experienced racism in the 60s and 70s - but she went on to make it to the top of her field HERE IN AMERICA.

I have an uncle and 3 cousins who went to school, excelled in college, and became educators themselves HERE IN AMERICA.

My sister is starting her own charity HERE IN AMERICA.

And I have been successful in the late, lamented video industry and now here on X.

Nobody gave us anything.

We had to work for it.

And that's why I will always prefer white stories to black.

Because white characters have LIVES.

Black characters have issues.

Black characters have problems.

Black characters struggle.

I don’t want any of that in my life.

I don’t pay for that as entertainment.

None of the black people I know are struggling.

We all made it up through our lives without being given any special treatment.

White lives inspire me to do better.

While black stories always lean on victimhood, crime, and failure - and I'll never go fo that.

[Rio Grande Foundation @RioGrandeFndn]

We should just change New Mexico’s motto to “a challenging policy environment.” @bobkkob

[Tim Burchett @timburchett]

Step up Senate. Pass the Save America Act.