Vietnam War veteran Jeanetta Parker-Perry, being honored for her service in Vietnam!
@POTUS and @SecWar, it’s not too late to give our Vietnam soldiers a welcome home that they never got!
Let’s have a parade for them at America’s 250-year celebration!
BREAKING: Dozens of Christians were massacred in Ethiopia over the course of the last week by Islamists.
Tens of thousands of Christians have been slaughtered by Islamists across Africa, and the world doesn’t seem to care.
🚨BREAKING: British veteran breaks down live on TV over state of the country:
"Rows and rows of white tombs for what? A country of today? No, I'm sorry. The sacrifice wasn't worth the result.
I fought for freedom, and it's darn-sight worse now than when I fought."
On June 6, 1944, a 56-year-old general with a secret walked onto Utah Beach under fire, armed with a cane and a pistol.
The secret: his heart was failing. He had hidden it from the army doctors so they wouldn't pull him from the mission.
His name was Theodore Roosevelt Jr. Son of the President. He had begged three separate times to lead the first wave ashore at Normandy before his commanders finally said yes.
When his landing craft drifted 2,000 yards off course, every instinct said redirect the following waves to the correct zone. Instead, Roosevelt walked the beach himself, alone, under artillery fire, cane in hand, reading the terrain.
His verdict: "We'll start the war from right here."
He then stood on that beach and personally greeted every regiment that landed after him, pointing them inland, cracking jokes under shellfire, steadying 18-year-olds who had never seen combat. He did this for hours.
Years later, Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic act he had ever witnessed in combat.
His answer, without hesitation: "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."
Roosevelt's son, Captain Quentin Roosevelt II, also landed at Normandy that same morning. He was named after his uncle, Quentin Roosevelt, who had been shot down as a fighter pilot over France in World War I.
Three generations. Three wars. One family.
Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep 36 days later. Heart attack. The thing he had been hiding finally won. He never learned he had been awarded the Medal of Honor.
He was buried at the Normandy American Cemetery.
In 1955, his family had his brother Quentin, killed in WWI, exhumed from where he fell in France and reinterred right beside him. Quentin is the only World War I soldier buried there.
Two brothers. Two world wars. The same French soil.
Their father had once said: "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."
Both of his sons did exactly that.
I have spent the last decade having to go to DC for work.
Most of dc was hard to look at— homelessness everywhere, the city felt like Gotham at night. After blm quite a lot of businesses shuttered and never reopened.
Most notably, grass was dead, planters were destroyed and trashed, walkways, cement and stone were all poorly managed. They were dirty, overgrown with weeds, water was dirty and grass was brown patchy and terrible.
Now you walk around dc and it’s the exact opposite. Truly the entire city has been revived. Planters restored, grass cut back and filled in. You can walk around at almost any hour without fearing for your life. The memorials which I feel are beautiful at night in particular, are the nicest I’ve ever seen them. No broken fixtures or lights.
It’s amazing what can happen when you take care of a city.
President Trump has done for DC what Rudy Guiliani did for NYC and Americans should never forget it.
Ben sadece bir barınaktan köpek sahipleneceğimi sanıyordum.
Evrakları imzalayacaktım.
Tavsiyeleri dinleyecektim.
Onu arabaya bindirip eve götürecektim.
Evde yatağı hazırdı.
Mama ve su kapları, tasması, birkaç oyuncağı…
Her şeye hazır olduğumu sanıyordum.
Ama onun, kafes kapısının sıradan bir yürüyüş için açılmadığını anladığı anda bana nasıl baktığına hazır değildim.
O kapı onun için açılıyordu.
Barınak çalışanının yanında duruyordu.
Hareketsizdi.
Neredeyse donmuş gibiydi.
Siyah tüyleri, küçük beyaz patileri, yorgun gözleri vardı.
Ve içimi sıkan kadar temkinli bir bekleyişi…
Zıplamıyordu.
Tasmayı çekmiyordu.
Havlamıyordu.
Sanki o gün sonunda seçildiğine inanmaktan korkuyordu.
O.
Tasma bana uzatıldığında önce barınak çalışanının eline baktı.
Sonra bana baktı.
Ardından bana doğru küçük bir adım attı ve bedenini bacağıma yasladı.
Çok yavaşça.
Sanki izin ister gibi.
Eğildim ve ona fısıldadım:
“Eve gidiyoruz.”
Kelimeleri anladı mı bilmiyorum.
Ama sesimi anladı.
Arabada ilk başta arka koltuğa çıktı ve hareketsiz kaldı.
Pencereye baktı.
Kapılara baktı.
Direksiyondaki ellerime baktı.
Dikiz aynasından onu görebiliyordum.
Rahatsız etmemeye çalışıyordu.
Fazla yer kaplamamaya çalışıyordu.
Yanlış bir şey yapmamaya çalışıyordu.
Beni en çok kıran da buydu.
Bir köpek, eve götürüldüğü gün rahatsızlık vermekten korkmamalıydı.
Arabayı sürmeye başlar başlamaz usulca ayağa kalktı.
Dikkatlice yanıma yaklaştı.
Bir patisini omzuma koydu.
Sonra diğerini.
Başını yanağıma yakın bir yere yasladı.
Ağırdı.
Sıcaktı.
Güveniyordu.
Nefesini kulağımın yanında hissediyordum.
Ve ağlamaya başladım.
Sevinçten titremiyordu.
Arabada zıplamıyordu.
Yüzümü yalamaya çalışmıyordu.
Sadece bütün bedeniyle bana tutunuyordu.
Sanki beni bırakırsa araba tekrar barınağa dönecekmiş gibi.
Yavaş sürdüm.
Neredeyse nefes almadan.
Bir elim direksiyondaydı, diğer elimle omzumdaki patisini usulca okşuyordum.
O da orada kalıyordu.
Gözlerini kapatıyor, sonra tekrar açıyordu.
Sanki bütün bunların gerçek olup olmadığını kontrol eder gibi.
Camdan sokaklar, trafik ışıkları, yabancı arabalar akıp gidiyordu.
Diğer herkes için sıradan bir gündü.
Onun içinse kapalı bir kapının ardında geçen bütün bir hayat sona eriyordu.
Barınakta insanları kaç kez izlediğini düşündüm.
Birinin kafesinin önünde durmasını kaç kez umduğunu…
Birinin başka bir köpekle çıkıp gidişini kaç kez gördüğünü…
İnce bir battaniyenin üzerinde, havlamaların arasında, bir gün kendisine ait bir insanı olup olmayacağını bilmeden geçirdiği geceleri düşündüm.
Ve şimdi, sanki beni çoktan sonsuza kadar seçmiş gibi bana yaslanıyordu.
Oysa birbirimizi daha sadece birkaç saattir tanıyorduk.
Eve vardığımızda hemen arabadan inmedim.
Orada kaldım ve ağladım.
O hâlâ patilerini omzumda tutuyordu.
Sonra burnunu yanağıma sürttü.
Sanki bu kez o beni teselli etmeye çalışıyordu.
O anda anladım:
Ben sadece bir köpeği kurtarmamıştım.
O da benim içimde bir şeyi kurtarmıştı.
Güçlü olmaktan yorulmuş tarafımı.
Koşulsuz seçilmenin nasıl bir şey olduğunu unutmuş tarafımı.
Çekincesiz sevilmenin nasıl hissettirdiğini unutan yanımı.
Bugün evde, yumuşak bir yatakta uyuyor.
Gerçi çoğu zaman yanıma yakın olmayı tercih ediyor.
Yürürken beni gözleriyle takip ediyor.
Oturduğumda başını dizlerime koyuyor.
Bazen uykusunda irkiliyor.
Ben de sakinleşene kadar onu okşuyorum.
Benden önce neler yaşadığını bilmiyorum.
Ama bir şeyi kesin olarak biliyorum:
Arabada patilerini omzuma koyduğu gün, onun barınak hayatı sona erdi.
Ve benim hayatım biraz daha yumuşadı.
Bazen bir hayvan teşekkürünü kelimelerle söylemez.
Sadece size öyle sıkı tutunur ki, konuşmaya gerek kalmadan her şey anlaşılır olur.
Bu hikâye kalbinize dokunduysa bir ❤️ bırakın ve kurtarılmış bir köpek için gerçek eve dönüş yolunun, birinin artık fikrini değiştirmediği gün başladığına inananlarla paylaşın.
#ALINTIVEŞİİRSEL ..
A silent minute is being held right now in Stockholm for Henry Nowak.
Crowds pause. The city stands still in remembrance of a life lost to mass migration.
This is the most brilliant answer Spencer Pratt has given during his campaign.
An ABC reporter asked Pratt, "Are you a big MAGA person?" Here's how Pratt responded:
"I'm a big nobody person. I'm a big Spencer Pratt Angeleno person. I only represent myself, my community, Angelenos. I'm not part of any political party. I'm running a nonpartisan race. I'm supposed to represent all of Los Angeles, not either political party, and that's the problem. Everyone has lost the plot. The mayor is supposed to be a nonpartisan race. That's why there's no letters next to anyone's name. The mayor currently has hijacked the position and the chair, made it a political seat. It's not supposed to be. Anybody can say I'm connected to whoever they want, and I'm fine with anybody saying I like Spencer Pratt. Great. Spread that message because my message is common sense, basic human quality of life. So it should be everyone. Obama should love me. The president should love me. Biden should love me."
In refusing to allow the mainstream media associate him with the Republican brand and paint. him asa MAGA figure, Pratt is giving Democrat voters in Los Angeles an off-ramp to vote for him. He's welcoming Democrat voters, giving them the permission, and making it easy to vote Pratt, even though he's a registered Republican.
He's not repudiating what Republicans like you and me stand for. He's saying instead of thinking of me as a member of a political party, which you may have negative feelings feelings about, think of me as someone who's identifying a problem that's hurting you and offering a solution.
And it's working—from April 19-May 16, Pratt raised $2.72 million while his opponents Nithya Raman and Karen Bass raised only $401,000 and $283,000, respectively.
You can bet your bottom dollar that the Democrat political strategists for Pratt's opponents are shell-shocked by this. They don't know how to deal with this.
🚨 I was never a math guy… but the numbers don’t lie.
They’re straight-up trying to ROB Spencer Pratt!
In one LA ballot drop: 24,000 votes counted… and Spencer gets EXACTLY ZERO.
Experts say the odds of that happening are 1 in TRILLIONS.
This ain’t random. This is election interference.
Spencer Pratt is surging in the LA Mayor race — and the establishment is panicking. Wake up, LA!
#SaveSpencerPratt #PrattForMayor #ElectionIntegrity #StopTheStealLA #SpencerPratt #LAMayor #VoterFraud #MathDoesntLie #PrattGang #WakeUpLA #2026Election
NEW: Secret passageway linked to the Underground Railroad discovered at the bottom drawer of a dresser in New York City.
The 2-by-2-foot opening revealed a ladder that descended two stories.
The 19th-century house on East Fourth Street in Manhattan was built by abolitionist Joseph Brewster in the 1830s, according to Spectrum News.
The house is now believed to have been used as a "safe house."
"I’ve been practicing historical preservation law for 30 years, and this is a generational find. This is the most significant find in historic preservation in my career," said preservation attorney and professor at Pratt Institute, Michael Hiller.
Historians say the passageway is a "masterwork of deliberate concealment," designed to be "absolutely invisible to slave catchers."
🚨TRUMP JUST SENT US ATTORNEY INTO LA BALLOT FACILITY
Federal agents raid a Los Angeles voting office as Democrats panic over exploding evidence of massive election fraud in California primaries.
Ballots are being manipulated to favor left-wing candidates while Republicans like Spencer Pratt lose statistically impossible counts, with Trump blasting the process as worse than third world countries rigging results through delayed mail-in dumps.
They called them flying coffins. The men who volunteered to fly them knew exactly why.
The Allied gliders of D-Day were made of fabric stretched over a frame of wood and metal tubing. They had no engine. No armor. No weapons. No parachutes for the men inside. They were towed to France at 130 mph on the end of a 300-foot nylon rope attached to a C-47, and when the rope was cut, there was one chance to land.
One. No go-arounds. No second approach. Whatever was below you was where you were going.
What was below them was Normandy at night.
The Germans had spent weeks preparing. Under orders from Field Marshal Rommel, they had driven wooden stakes into every open field in the region, angled to impale gliders on landing. The French called them Rommelspargel. Rommel's asparagus. Thousands of poles, many with mines or artillery shells wired to the tips, packed into every field large enough to land on.
What the glider pilots had not been properly told was the scale of the Norman hedgerows. The bocage. These were not English garden hedges. They were ancient earthen walls, some dating back centuries, topped with dense root systems and trees, rising 50 feet in places, bordering fields barely 200 yards long. A Horsa glider coming in at 100 mph hitting a hedgerow did not survive it. Neither did most people inside.
Some fields were flooded. Some were mined. Many were both.
517 gliders went into Normandy. 97 percent were abandoned in the field by the end of the operation. Most were destroyed.
General Don Pratt, assistant commander of the 101st Airborne, was in the first glider wave. His pilot managed to find a field near Hiesville and brought the glider down. It slid across the wet grass without slowing and hit a hedgerow at speed. The co-pilot died instantly. The pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Mike Murphy, broke both legs. General Pratt suffered a broken neck. He became the first American general to die in the Battle of Normandy. His glider had landed in one piece.
Sergeant Eric Wilson's glider did not. It hit a building at high speed. Both of Wilson's legs were broken. He was trapped inside the wreckage, unable to move, in enemy-held Normandy, for two and a half days before anyone reached him.
Lieutenant Den Brotheridge had come in earlier than anyone, in the first glider to land in France, the silent coup de main assault on Pegasus Bridge just after midnight. His glider stopped 47 yards from its target. He led his men out at a run, reached the bridge, and was shot. He died within minutes, the first Allied soldier killed by enemy fire on D-Day.
The men who survived the landing did not get to stop. Glider pilots were not assigned to combat units. Once down, they were expected to fight as infantry, dig foxholes, guard prisoners, carry ammunition, do whatever was needed. Most of them had trained to fly, not to fight on the ground behind enemy lines in the dark.
They did it anyway.
Of the 517 gliders that went in, 222 were Horsa gliders. Most were destroyed either on landing or by German fire in the hours that followed. The Waco CG-4As fared slightly better but 97 percent of all gliders from the entire operation were eventually abandoned in Norman fields, broken and empty.
The men who flew them were not pilots in the traditional sense. They were soldiers who had been given just enough training to put an unarmed, engineless box of fabric and wood into a dark foreign field at 100 mph, full of men and equipment, with one attempt and no margin for error.
Many of them got it exactly right.
Many of them did not come home.
Today is June 6th.
Remember them too.
Here we go, the Los Angeles Times is admitting that yes, tens of thousands of mail in ballots did get processed for only Mayor Karen Bass and Nithya Raman but it was “a glitch”
They say the system just “glitched” for a minute and didn’t process any ballots for Spencer Pratt but really there were ballots for Spencer, they just didn’t get processed during the “glitch”
No, we don’t believe you. This is fraud and Democrats are cheating
“It was the result of a lag in an automated collection of the data in which there was one data collection that captured votes in a single batch of votes for Bass and Raman, and then about 1 minute later, the collection of the rest of that same batch of votes — Folks I spoke to also said there is no fraud. But again, there was no batch of votes without any Pratt votes. There was sort of a 1-minute variation between the upload of Bass and Raman votes and Pratt votes on some media websites.
Officials and others who have reviewed the data say that is not any proof of fraud. There was no fraud.”
Again, yeah right. We need a federal audit into California elections
When I finished casting my ballot in the LA mayoral primary on Tuesday, the Dominion machine asked whether I wanted to review my ballot in case I had changed my mind about any of the candidates.
I selected—Yes.
Guess who came up first? Spencer Pratt.
The machine asked if I had changed my mind, and I selected—No.
Then guess what?
It didn’t even bother asking me about the other candidates or ballot measures. It simply said, “Your ballot is complete.”
Basically: Thanks, now fuck off.
The whole fucking thing is rigged.
In other words, a communist freedom fighter who basically burned L.A. to the ground and had no water to put it out wins the primary.
Your reminder that Spencer Pratt was the only candidate who believed non-citizens should not be allowed to vote in local elections.
Karen Bass and Nithya Raman supported it though.
Now they’re rigging the primary against Spencer Pratt.