Five and a half years later—with new revelations related to what happened before and on January 6—the regime media absolutely refuses to consider that the Biden DOJ/Wray FBI abused their power to investigate, prosecute, and help convict more than 1,000 Americans for their participation in the protest that day.
Welker, like all other “journalists” and reporters of her ilk, actually think the unprecedented number of plea deals is the result of legitimate prosecutions rather than abuse of authority—particularly threats to turn misdemeanor cases into felonies—to extract plea deals.
They don’t entertain for a SECOND that perhaps something is off with a 100 PERCENT CONVICTION RATE before DC juries. Or question how the Biden DOJ got away with for years bringing the felony 1512c2 charge against 300+ J6ers (and the president) before SCOTUS determined the statute had been unlawfully applied.
The single minded focus on those charged/convicted of “assault” on police—when the 18 USC 111 statute also applies to “interfering” or “impeding” federal officers—allows the media to ignore the hundreds of other low level misdemeanor cases that nonetheless resulted in torturous investigations and prosecutions, rigged trials, and time in federal prison.
Corporate media is as responsible as the Biden DOJ, J6 committee, and federal judges in continuing to perpetuate lies about J6 and intentionally misleading the public about what happened in the largest criminal investigation in US history. Good for the president for pushing back and for his justified anger here:
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
82 years ago today, over 10,000 Americans were either killed, wounded or missing after the D-Day invasion. They are the shoulders we stand upon. Their sacrifice is why we STAND UP for our Flag. I dedicate this song to them today. Here's "The Man."
Isn't it funny how Cassidy and Cornyn were BEGGING you to believe that they supported The President when their jobs were on the line, but the second they lost their primaries, they went full blown Mitt Romney on social media? Pathetic.
Florida processes more than 10 million votes in a matter of hours.
California takes days — or sometimes even weeks — to count the votes.
It’s pathetic — and it’s corrosive to our civic culture.
@elonmusk Weren’t they the Bible for all things oppressed? Imagine all the other 501C3 Foundations and how they have been corrupted. Now political and not educational.