I’m fighting for a western civilization where none of them had to die.
We’re not fighting red vs. blue.
We’re fighting good vs. evil.
Darkness vs. light.
We must win.
James Woods dropping truth bombs as usual.
America isn’t divided by race, color, gender, or orientation. We’re divided into wise people and fools.
And the fools? They obsess over those very divisions. 💯
The Texas Rangers are the only team in Major League Baseball that doesn't host a Pride Night. This week, they're hosting Faith and Family Night instead.
Meanwhile, MLB just warned Giants pitchers for writing Bible verses on their own caps.
In Texas, we don't punish people for living out their faith. We protect that right.
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Pray with me
June 17, 2026
Heavenly Father,
I acknowledge that You are wise in all Your ways and faithful in all Your promises. Your Word says that if anyone lacks wisdom, he should ask of God, who gives generously to all without finding fault. So today I ask for Your guidance.
Lead me in the decisions that lie before me. Close the doors that are not Your will and open the doors that align with Your purpose. Guard me from acting out of fear, pride, impatience, or selfish ambition. Help me to trust You even when I cannot see the entire path ahead.
Lord, teach me to delight in You so that my desires are shaped by Your heart. Let Your Word be a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Give me discernment to recognize truth, courage to obey what You reveal, and peace to wait when the answer is not yet clear.
When I am uncertain, remind me that You direct the steps of those who trust You. When I am tempted to lean on my own understanding, help me acknowledge You in all my ways so that You may make my paths straight.
Fill me with the Holy Spirit and guide my thoughts, my words, and my actions. May every decision I make bring honor to Jesus Christ and draw me closer to the person You created me to be.
I surrender my plans, my future, and my desires into Your hands. Your will is better than my own, Your timing is perfect, and Your grace is sufficient.
In the name of Jesus Christ I pray,
Amen.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
THIS is ISLAM.
Husband and son enjoy the cool water while the wife stands on the beach in that stupid hot garb.
Islam doesn’t belong in America.
Man serving life in prison killed 3 child sex offenders.
When asked about it he said:
“The taxpayers no longer have to pay for them. I’m paying my debt to society.”
🔥 JUST IN: President Trump is GLOWING tonight on his 80th birthday at the White House's Freedom 250 UFC
The dude is mere HOURS away from walking aboard Air Force One for Europe, after smashing home an Iran deal!
What a HISTORIC 80th birthday for this man 👏🏻🇺🇸
The right man won…
“FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.“
Give your life to JESUS!
Can I get an amen?
Today marks the anniversary of the tragic assassination of Minnesota Rep. Melissa Hortman, her husband Mark, and their dog by Vance Boelter — a deranged individual who carried out a politically motivated attack.
Vance Boelter had a manifesto that implicated Governor Tim Walz. Yet crickets.
RIP Melissa and Mark.
At 17, Dawn Loggins came home from a summer program and discovered her family was gone.
No note.
No warning.
No home.
Months later, she received an acceptance letter from Harvard.
This is her story.
Dawn grew up in rural North Carolina in a house without electricity or running water.
When the family needed water, she and her brother walked to a public park and filled jugs from the bathroom faucets.
Showers were rare.
Classmates called her dirty.
She kept showing up to school.
Her parents moved constantly.
Eviction after eviction.
New town.
New school.
By age 17, Dawn had attended four different high schools and missed nearly an entire year of education.
Most students would have fallen behind.
Dawn excelled.
When she arrived at Burns High School in 2010, guidance counselor Robyn Putnam immediately saw something special.
Dawn enrolled in makeup courses.
Studied before sunset because there were no lights at home.
Took AP classes.
Earned straight A's.
Joined clubs.
Then led them.
Photography Club.
Rock Climbing Club.
Spanish Club.
President of all three.
That summer she earned a place at the prestigious Governor's School of North Carolina.
Teachers helped buy her clothes.
Putnam drove her 200 miles to the program.
Nobody knew where Dawn would be living when it ended.
The concern turned out to be justified.
Near the end of the program, Dawn tried calling home.
The number was disconnected.
When she returned, the house was empty.
Her parents had moved away.
She was 17 years old.
Homeless.
Alone.
Most people would have stopped there.
Dawn didn't.
She couch-surfed.
Carried toiletries in her backpack because she never knew where her next shower would come from.
And every morning at 6 a.m., she went to work.
As a school custodian.
She swept hallways.
Cleaned classrooms.
Scrubbed desks.
Then sat down and earned straight A's.
By graduation year, she had:
• Straight A grades
• AP courses
• Leadership roles in three clubs
• A part-time job before school every morning
Then a teacher made one suggestion:
Apply to Harvard.
Dawn laughed.
Then thought:
"Why not?"
She became the first student in Burns High School history to apply.
Months later, an envelope arrived.
Harvard College.
Accepted.
Full tuition.
Full room and board.
Everything covered.
On graduation day in 2012, when her name was announced, the entire gymnasium stood and applauded.
Teachers cried.
Students cheered.
The girl who cleaned their hallways before sunrise was heading to Harvard.
When asked about her parents, Dawn didn't speak with anger.
She simply said:
"I love my parents. I disagree with the choices they've made."
Then she added something even more powerful:
"If I had not had those experiences, I wouldn't be such a strong-willed or determined person."
Burns High School had over 1,000 students.
Dawn Loggins became the first ever accepted to Harvard.
Proof that the circumstances you're born into are not the same thing as the future you're capable of building.
I have truly awful news...
A 17-year-old Black male allegedly m*rdered an elderly White couple in their own home in rural Mississippi...
...and then opened fire on 4 sheriff's deputies AND AN INFANT!!!!
He shot at a BABY!!!
Their names were Billy and Virginia Blair. He was 74. She was 71.
They were high-school sweethearts and owned a tire shop together, their pastor called them "the sweetest couple," people who "loved the Lord."
In broad daylight, a 17-year-old broke into their home and m*rdered them both.
Police say the suspect opened fire on FOUR officers... and an INFANT at the scene.
All of them were hit.
By the grace of God, all miraculously survived.
The 17-year-old now faces 13 felonies, including TWO counts of capital m*rder.
A judge denied him bond.
Billy and Virginia Blair survived everything life threw at them for over 70 years...
...only to be murdered in the one place they should have been safest.
Their own home.
Say their names.
Billy and Virginia Blair.
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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.
He’s the President of the United States — not your ex, not your personal villain, and not the cause of your misery. You don’t have to support him. That’s America.
But if someone is simply backing the sitting President and it makes you rage, cut people off, attack families, or act like garbage — you are the problem.
You’ve turned politics into a personality disorder: nonstop outrage and toddler meltdowns online. Grow up. He won. The sky didn’t fall. Pay your bills, care for your family, touch grass, and move on.