@Canes@TrippTracy@jumpnaorta at the STM autograph sessions tonight but didn't get everyone's autograph. Would love to get the Stanley Cup team to sign this.
A tiny newborn elephant was swept away from its mother while trying to cross the swollen Teesta River in India.
Fishermen spotted its trunk above the water and chased it for nearly 4 km through the powerful current before pulling the exhausted calf to safety.
Then, after a two-hour search, they found its mother. She rushed to her baby, took it back and began nursing it❤
With profound sorrow, we mourn the passing of one of America's Greatest Generation, WWII hero Ray Curtis, who has left us at the remarkable age of 109. Ray passed away peacefully at an assisted living facility in Minot, leaving behind a legacy that will never be forgotten.🕊️🇺🇸
Born on February 11, 1917, in Portal, North Dakota, Ray moved to Minot with his family in 1927 and graduated from Minot High School in 1935. He went on to answer his nation's call, serving with honor in the United States Army for five years, first as an enlisted soldier and later as a commissioned officer, including service overseas during one of history's darkest chapters.
Ray's life was a testament to courage, sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering patriotism. Across more than a century, he witnessed the world change in extraordinary ways, yet his legacy remained rooted in humility, duty, and love of country.
Today, we don't simply remember a veteran, we honor a hero whose service helped preserve the freedoms generations continue to enjoy. His story reminds us that true heroes never seek recognition; they earn it through selfless acts and steadfast devotion.
Thank you, Ray Curtis, for your extraordinary service, your sacrifice, and your lifetime of example. Your watch has ended, but your legacy will endure in the hearts of a grateful nation.
Rest in Peace, Sir. You will never be forgotten.
Remarkable long life wasn’t it?
Lettre à l'Amérique, d'un Français qui a vu la fin du film.
Vous vous croyez encore le dernier pays libre. Vous l'êtes pour l'instant. Je vous écris depuis un pays qui l'était aussi, et qui a signé sa reddition sans qu'un seul coup de feu ne soit tiré.
En France, l'État capte et redistribue 57% de tout ce que la nation produit. Cinquante-sept pour cent. Arrêtez-vous sur ce chiffre. Pour chaque unité de valeur créée par un ingénieur, un ouvrier, un fondateur qui a risqué sa peau, plus de la moitié transite par une main qui n'a rien bâti. Ce n'est pas une ligne budgétaire. C'est une hypothèque permanente sur l'existence des gens.
Et voici ce que personne ne vous avouera : ça n'arrive jamais par la révolution. Personne ne vote pour le déclin. On vote pour la compassion, pour la sécurité, pour la justice, pour la planète. À chaque étape, on troque un morceau de liberté contre une promesse. Et les promesses sont toujours belles. C'est ça, le piège.
Le collectivisme d'aujourd'hui n'agite plus le drapeau rouge il a compris que ça ne se vend plus. Il a appris à parler la langue du soin. ESG, gouvernance, conformité, « responsabilité » : ce sont les mots nouveaux d'une très vieille idée. L'idée qu'une élite éclairée sait mieux que vous ce qui est bon pour vous, et qu'il faut donc lui transférer, ligne après ligne, le pouvoir de décider à votre place. Ce n'est pas un complot. C'est pire : c'est un consensus. Personne ne se cache. Tout se fait à visage découvert, applaudi, subventionné.
Hayek l'avait écrit il y a quatre-vingts ans : la route de la servitude est pavée de bonnes intentions et de planification centralisée. La France a marché sur cette route en souriant. On a nationalisé le risque, socialisé l'échec, taxé l'audace, et administré tout le reste. Résultat : un pays magnifique qui ne construit plus rien, qui gère sa décrépitude avec une élégance funèbre, et où le jeune le plus doué rêve d'une seule chose partir. Beaucoup atterrissent chez vous.
L'Amérique a encore ce que nous avons perdu : le réflexe de bâtir plutôt que d'administrer. Le fondateur y est un héros, pas un suspect. La réussite y est une preuve, pas une faute à expier. C'est votre trésor. Et un trésor, ça se perd sans qu'on s'en aperçoive un formulaire, une agence, une « bonne cause » à la fois.
Alors ne cherchez pas d'ennemis cachés. C'est inutile et c'est indigne de vous. Regardez plutôt le chiffre. Regardez la France. Chaque point de PIB que vous laissez glisser vers l'État est un point de liberté qui ne revient jamais.
La liberté ne meurt pas assassinée. Elle meurt anesthésiée, sous les applaudissements.
Ne signez pas. Construisez.
South Carolina Police K9 Officer Don “DJ” Keller, who gave his life in the line of duty, is the 39th officer lost in 2026.
RIP. Don “DJ”Keller, was killed in a head-on collision during the pursuit of a 15 driver who fled from a traffic stop.
Around 4:56 p.m., when an officer attempted to pull over a vehicle suspected to be involved in several shooting-related incidents, the three suspects in the vehicle fled at a high rate of speed. While traveling westbound on East Cambridge Avenue, the driver crossed into oncoming traffic and crashed into Officer Keller, who was traveling eastbound while responding to assist.
Officer Keller died at the scene. His K9 Vice wasn’t not injured in the collision.
The driver, age 15, and the two passengers, ages 17 and 18, were transported to the hospital. One suspect was taken into custody after being released from the hospital.
Officer Keller was a United States Army and National Guard veteran who served with the Greenwood Police Department for three years.
He is survived by his wife and daughter.
🖤🙏💙🙏🖤
In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a History teacher at RobinsonHigh School in Little Rock, did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks in her classroom. When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.
'Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?'
She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.'
They thought, 'Well, maybe it's our grades.' 'No,' she said.
'Maybe it's our behavior.' She told them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'
And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon television news crews had started gathering at the school to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.
The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom. Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.'
At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.
Martha said, 'You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. They went halfway around the world, giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so you could have the freedom you have. Now, it's up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don't ever forget it.'
By the way, this is a true story. And this teacher was awarded the Veterans of Foreign Wars Teacher of the Year for the State of Arkansas in 2006. She is the daughter of a WWII POW.
Do you think this email is worth passing along so others won't forget either, that the freedoms we have in this great country were earned by our U.S. Veterans?... I did.
Let us always remember the men and women of our military and the rights they have won for us.
Students surprise their teacher with a presentation of her military son, who passed away.
When one mom cries, we all cry. .
Thank you, Thomas, for your service.🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸