🚨HOLY SHIT: Rep. Jonathan Jackson just HUMILIATED Trump with him standing behind him at the prayer breakfast:
"We pray that he would be mindful of the poor and…suffering happening in the families preparing to bury their loved ones in Minneapolis." WOW.
Democrats will eventually return to power…
And every debilitating tariff will be removed.
Every building and warship Trump put his name on will be renamed.
Every immigration gold card scam he sold will be rescinded.
Every fascist in his administration found to have broken the law will he prosecuted.
The White House, after he quite literally tore down 1/3 of it, will be rebuilt.
Every vital American program he’s killed will be reinstated.
And it will be as though he never existed.
Patience.
Merry Christmas, everyone. 🎄
Jennifer Welch: “l just think it’s really important to remind everybody all the time that Elon Musk is a fucking immigrant that doesn’t pay taxes who is a parasite off the American taxpayer”
Veterans from every branch are speaking out. Senator Mark Kelly is being threatened for reminding troops their oath is to the Constitution, not a president.
This isn’t justice. It’s intimidation.
Honor your oath. Defend democracy. Don’t give up the ship.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
We want to speak directly to members of the Military and the Intelligence Community.
The American people need you to stand up for our laws and our Constitution.
Don’t give up the ship.
Hi, Congress here—just a friendly reminder that a declaration of war and large-scale use of military force requires Congress, per the U.S. Constitution, and that extrajudicial killings are not allowed under international law.
Thanks for your attention to this matter.
BREAKING: UFC fighter Brandon Royval, after refusing to fight at the White House:
“I don’t give a fuck about any of our political figures right now, and it’s like to fight in front of them seems like some fucking ‘Hunger Games’ type of fucking shit. I don’t give a fuck to fight in front of some fucking billionaires and rich people that could give a shit less about me. Probably throwing parlays. Fuck you guys.”
This is what has been missing and this is what we need more of right now. This is a beautiful story and you should definitely take the two minutes to hear it.
YES DONALD, PLEASE DO A SERIOUS REVIEW OF THIS. I HEAR DEAD PEOPLE VOTED AFTER BEING REVIVED WITH A COVID VACCINE. THEIR BALLOTS WERE THEN BLOWN BY WINDMILLS INTO THE HANDS OF MEXICAN ANTIFA WHO PASSED THEM TO A TEAM OF TRANS PIGEONS WHO FLEW THEM TO THE BALLOT BOX. TRUE STORY.
A group of US women kicked out a Nazi, while a group of US men stood around doing nothing.
People around the world are noticing that it is women who are leading the fight against fascists in the US. Whether it is Nazis or ICE.