Walking through Union Station in DC today and it's beautiful.
Clean. Safe. Orderly. The way the gateway to our nation's capital should be.
Not long ago this place was overrun with homeless encampments, crime, and chaos.
Now? It looks like a city that respects itself again.
This is what happens when you have a President who actually respects our country, heritage, and culture.
Thank you, President Trump.
🚨 JUST IN: President Trump exposes that Congressional Democrats are TERRIFIED of Bill Pulte becoming DNI because they may be “HIDING” something 🔥
“Why are the Dumocrats so afraid of of Bill Pulte at DNI??? He would only be Acting! What do they have to be afraid of, what are they hiding? There must be something BIG, mustn’t there??? President DJT”
Expose it! @pulte
If you’re upset about a UFC fight on the White House lawn, can I remind you that not long ago the yard was packed with activists flashing their chests and a bag of cocaine being left behind?
You don’t have to like the fight, but spare me the lecture about preserving the dignity of the White House. That horse left the barn a while ago.
OMG!!! LOOK AT THIS CROWD!! Toxic masculinity is BACK!
UFC at the White House is making a statement that the soy boy laden commies in the Democrat party can't answer!
Our 250th Birthday is right around the corner, share this and also POST ur OWN stories!! Let's get this party started!!🥳🫶😻
Francis Scott Key was just a regular lawyer and part-time poet in 1814. He wasn’t even trying to write a national anthem… he was trying to get a friend out of a British prison ship, but what he witnessed that night changed everything!! Picture this, it’s the War of 1812 and the British have already burned Washington D.C. to the ground. Now they’re hammering Fort McHenry all night long with rockets and bombs. Key’s stuck on a ship, watching through the darkness, wondering if the American flag is still flying… or if we just lost everything. Then came the dawn… 🙏
A wise man once said, if you want to hate America, watch the news. If you want to love America, drive across it.
These European World Cup tourists are experiencing the REAL America for the first time: not New York City or LA, but middle America and all its hospitality. 🇺🇸
You know what’s sad? It took a bunch of appreciative, curious foreign visitors exploring our incredible nation for some Americans to get it. They’ve become our new best friends sharing their newfound excitement.🔥
They’re out here wide-eyed, jaws dropped at the neon glow of Times Square, the soul-shaking majesty of the Grand Canyon blazing orange at sunset, the salty freedom breeze whipping through California redwoods, and the mouthwatering sizzle of a proper Texas BBQ under endless blue skies.
And Democrats bitch…
They’re snapping pics of NYC skylines piercing the clouds, cheering at Fourth of July fireworks lighting up the heavens like stars on steroids, and vibing to jazz in New Orleans streets and getting tours from sports teams.
And Democrats bitch…
Shoutout to every tourist who reminded us: America ain’t just a country, it’s a full-on vibe. A chaotic, beautiful, opportunity-packed fireworks show of a place.
Wake up, Democrats! Fall back in love with your own backyard. The world already sees the magic — now it’s your turn. ❤️💥
For the rest of you Americans, what’s YOUR favorite slice of this epic nation?
There is a new field in this universe, and standing in it, at last at ease, is an old soldier. His name is Hector.
He is a Cavalry Black, a big Irish-bred gelding the better part of seventeen hands, and for seventeen years he served with the Household Cavalry in London, on State and Ceremonial duty, which is a polite phrase for the hardest thing you can ask of a horse.
Understand what that means. A horse is a flight animal. Every instinct in it, refined across millions of years of being prey, says one word in the face of sudden noise and pressing crowds: run. Hector was trained, over years, to do the opposite. To stand. To carry a rider in a steel breastplate down the Mall through a wall of sound, past the bands and the cheering and the saluting guns of the King's Troop, and not move a muscle. To hold himself still on a state occasion while every nerve in his body screamed at him to bolt, and to do it again, and again, faultlessly, because the man on his back and the crowd at his shoulder were trusting half a tonne of flight animal to master its own nature on command.
He walked behind a gun carriage at a state funeral once, at the slow march, the drum beating the step, a nation watching through its tears, and he never put a hoof wrong.
He is retired now. The shoes are off. The clipped parade coat has been let go woolly and unmilitary, the first sign the people who tend old service horses look for that one is finally letting down. He shares a green field with a small unbothered donkey called Nelson, because a horse should never be alone, and the black charger who stood behind kings and the donkey who has never had a worry in his life are now inseparable. When his old groom visits, Hector lifts his head and nickers across the field before the man has said a word.
And here is the part that undoes everyone who knows what they are seeing. One afternoon they found Hector lying flat out on his side in the grass, dead still, and a heart stopped, the way every horseman's does at that sight, because a horse down and flat looks like the worst news there is. Then an ear flicked at a fly, and the breath went out of them in relief. He was simply, deeply asleep. A horse only sleeps like that when it feels entirely safe, because flat on the ground is the one place a prey animal cannot flee from, and most never dare it. For seventeen years Hector stood, awake to every danger, holding everyone else's nerve so they could rely on him. Now, in a quiet field, he has decided it is finally safe to lie down and close his eyes.
He gave his courage to the rest of us for seventeen years. He has earned the grass. He is taking it lying down, in the sun, with the donkey keeping watch.
Cute theory, let's play it out.
A monkey hoards a trillion bananas. The troop, enraged, beats him to death. They gather around the pile to feast at last.
But... oh wait, there is no pile.
It turns out the "bananas" were shares in a banana-launching company the dead monkey founded.
The shares were worth a trillion because he was alive to run it.
Now he is dead and the stock is worth $0.
The retarded monkeys have clubbed their way into a recession.
But it gets worse.
Half the "bananas" were tied up in a rocket that supplies bananas to monkeys on the far mountain who had no bananas at all.
Another chunk was tied up in a little satellite dish that beamed banana coordinates to the troop after a flood took out their trees.
So now they realized they beat to death the only monkey who knew how the dish worked.
So the monkeys sit there.
No bananas.
No rockets.
No coordinates to get more banananas.
Just a dead body and a powerful sense of fairness as they all now became infinitely poorer.
OH
And somewhere a smaller monkey watches the whole thing and quietly decides he will never build anything in front of these animals again.
SHOCKING NEW STUDY: Sunscreen USERS Face DRAMATICALLY HIGHER Skin Cancer Risk
A massive UK Biobank analysis of 470,000+ people just revealed:
- Invasive Melanoma: +292% higher risk
- Basal Cell Carcinoma: +140% higher risk
- Squamous Cell Carcinoma: +126% higher risk
These alarming signals held strong even after adjusting for age, sex, skin type, tanning ability, sunburn history, sunlamp use, and time spent outdoors.
You slather on hormone-disrupting chemicals that get absorbed into your bloodstream… block vitamin D (your body’s #1 cancer shield)… and end up with*triple the melanoma risk?
Sunburns are bad — but this “protection” is making things far worse.
Time to ditch the chemical cocktails. Sensible sun + mineral zinc if needed. Your skin deserves better.
🚨 HOLY SMOKES. A Florida CFO audit just found nearly *$3 BILLION* in fraud, waste and abuse spending at the local level
Our property taxes fund this BS!
Now voters get to ABOLISH most primary homeowner property taxes this November, and counties have get DOGE'd! 🔥
"We have exposed more than $2.7 billion, billion with a B, in excessive and wasteful spending. Here are the numbers."
"The city of Jacksonville, two years ago, our calculations wasted $199 million of your taxpayer dollars. Last year's budget, $275 million. That's on top of the $199 million."
"In Orange County, they wasted $190 million two years ago. Last year, $300 million. Again, continuing to go up."
"The city of Orlando, $22 million, Hillsborough County, $278 million, Broward County, $189 million, Manatee County, $112 million."
"Miami-Dade, we were here before, $302 million. City of Miami, $94 million, Nassau County, $53M, Alachua, $84M, Seminole, $48M. The city of Fort Pierce, $10 million."
"City of St. Petersburg, $49 million. Citrus County, $39 million. Flagler County, $59 million."
"St. Lucie County, $46 million. And the worst of them all so far, Palm Beach County wasted $344 million of your hard-earned tax dollars just two years ago when the 24-25 budget cycle."
Now, DeSantis' proposal has made it to the ballot. End property taxes!