John Cameron

[Marc Lobliner - IFBB Pro @MarcLobliner]

We should all teach our daughters to not show up to a frat house, get drunk, invite men to have sex with her, and this one is very important - do NOT snort ketamine off of a penis.

I should write a parenting book.

[Super 70s Sports @Super70sSports]

I liked the world better when the news came on for 30 minutes and then we did other shit for 23 1/2 hours. Now the news follows you around all day like a hobo begging for change.

[Super 70s Sports @Super70sSports]

Just a guy with 39 successful combat flight missions on his resume about to dig in with a guy who was a machine gunner at Omaha Beach on D-Day behind the plate. Two men.

[Chad Prather @WatchChad]

Pray with me
September 14, 2026

Father,

Quiet my soul before You.

The world is loud, my thoughts are restless, and my heart so easily becomes crowded with things I cannot control. But You are God, and I do not have to carry what belongs in Your hands.

Teach me “be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).

Like David, let me be able to say, “I have calmed and quieted my soul” (Psalm 131:2). Silence the fear that keeps rehearsing tomorrow. Settle the anxiety that keeps replaying yesterday. Turn down every voice that competes with Yours.

Jesus, You said, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). So I come. I bring You the burdens, the questions, the unfinished business, the disappointments, and the things I cannot fix.

I surrender them to You.

Guard my heart and mind with Your peace, the peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:6-7).

When my mind begins to race, remind me that You are already there. When fear starts speaking, remind me that You are faithful. When I feel the need to control everything, remind me that You are sovereign.

When the noise of life becomes overwhelming, draw me back to the quiet confidence of Your presence.

You are my Shepherd. I shall not want. Lead me beside still waters. Restore my soul (Psalm 23:1-3).

My soul, wait in silence for God alone, for my hope is from Him (Psalm 62:5).

I trust You with this day. I trust You with what I know. I trust You with what I don’t know. I trust You with what comes next.

In Jesus’ name,

Amen.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

A boy mowed my lawn without being asked, and when I tried to pay him he took a step back like I had drawn something.

"It's free."

"That is not a price."

"It's free."

I asked who sent him. Nobody sent him. I asked who his master was. He said, "What?"

Then he pointed at his shirt. The shirt was orange.

White is where you start. Orange at ten lawns. Green at twenty. Blue at thirty. Red at forty. Black at fifty.

I want to be clear about what I was looking at in my own yard.

That is a belt system.

Fifty lawns, free, for the elderly, the disabled, single parents and veterans, and at fifty a man gets in a car in Alabama and drives to wherever you live and hands you the black shirt himself, along with a new mower, a blower and a trimmer.

I asked how to enroll. You send a photograph of yourself holding a sign that reads I ACCEPT THE 50 YARD CHALLENGE.

I made the sign. I made it well. I used a straightedge.

The age range is seven to seventeen.

I accepted the ruling. I didn't argue. A gate is a gate.

Then I went to find out who runs the school, because I assumed some old general with a lineage behind him.

His name is Rodney Smith Jr. He is not old. He was a college student in Huntsville, Alabama, when he drove past an elderly neighbor fighting with a mower and pulled over. He set himself a target of forty lawns and passed it in about six weeks.

He didn't grow up here. He came from Bermuda for school. He has said he learned about veterans after he arrived, what they had done, and that he wanted to do something about it.

He has also said, and I have thought about this a great deal, that he hated mowing lawns.

The founder of the mowing school hates mowing.

There are six thousand children in it now, in every state. Some of them are eleven years old and two of them share one mower a neighbor gave them, and when he hears about that he gets in the car.

I cut four lawns on my street this summer. Nobody asked me to. I have no shirt and I am not eligible for one.

The black shirt isn't sold anywhere. You can't buy it, you can't order it, and it does not come in the mail.

A man has to drive to your house and put it in your hands.

[Hillbilly @JamesHu27192912]

Advice from an Old Farmer:

- The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

- Every path has a few puddles.

- Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

- Always drink upstream from the herd.

- Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

- A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

- Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.

- Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

- Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

- Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.

- Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

- It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

- You cannot unsay a cruel word.

- When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

- The best sermons are lived, not preached.

- Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

- Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

- Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.

- If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

- Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

- Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.

- Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

- If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.

- Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

- Live a good, honorable life… Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

- Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

[Mandy ✝ @SpringSteps]

When a comedian makes a better case for Jesus than most apologists. 👀

[Wholesome Side of 𝕏 @itsme_urstruly]

I love when a dog sighs like he’s carrying the whole family financially. Sir, you ate a leaf today and napped.

[Carissa @njoyzgrl81]

For anyone taking care of their elderly mom:

Remember, she never counted the times she woke up to soothe your cries, banish the monsters under your bed, and comforted you back to sleep.
Don’t count the times she needs you now.

Remember to hold her hand as she can only take small steps now, just like she held yours when you needed to be steadied.

Don’t get frustrated when she repeats herself, she spent all her life listening to your trials and tribulations and always knew how to comfort and celebrate you.

When her memory begins to fade, remember, she knew you first and has loved you the longest.

Remember, as her world gets smaller, don’t let her feel alone. For her entire life, you have always filled her world.
Don’t abandon her now.

It’s hard watching the one who gave you life, or the one who chose you, to slowly lose theirs.
It’s even harder for them to know their earthly journey is coming to an end.

[Denise 🇺🇸 @NoDMsPerfavore]

Nobody tells you when you’re a kid that one random Sunday at Grandma’s house will eventually be the last time everyone is there at the same time.

The cousins are running in and out of the house.

Somebody’s yelling, “STOP SLAMMING THAT DOOR!”

The adults are sitting around the kitchen table talking about things you couldn’t care less about.

There’s food everywhere.

Someone is asleep in a recliner.

You can hear the TV from the other room.

You’re bored half the time and begging to go home.

And you have absolutely no idea that you are standing inside a memory you will spend the rest of your life wishing you could walk back into.

Then everybody grows up.

The cousins move away.

People get married.

Families get busy.

Grandparents get older.

The house gets sold.

Some people stop speaking.

Some people are no longer here.

And suddenly you’d give just about anything to sit at that kitchen table for ten more minutes and hear everybody’s voices coming from different rooms.

The older I get, the more I realize…

We weren’t “just going to Grandma’s house.”

We were going to the one place where our entire family still belonged to each other.

And somehow none of us realized it was temporary.

If you had a house like that growing up, you were richer than you knew. 🤍

Whose house was “the house” in your family?

[Hillbilly @JamesHu27192912]

COMMON SENSE FROM AN OLD COWBOY . .

Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered . . . not yelled.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

The stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

Don ‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t bothering you none.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around . . .

Don’t pick a fight with an old man.If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

[Jesse Kelly @JesseKellyDC]

Once you lose your old man, there’s nobody else you can call when you hit a milestone in life. Not like your old man was. You just gotta learn how to pat yourself on the back.

[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

You have 15 rifles, the government sends a 6 man tactical team to seize 9 of them how many do you have left?

21 rifles, 6 pistols a small crater at least one new vehicle, some new radio gear and a baited field for coyote hunting…

Just saying…..

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

There are pictures on my wall that don't exist anymore.

All seven of us. Five kids. Two parents. Two dogs. Taken before the exodus started.

Three of my kids live in Florida now. The oldest two left first. The third followed when he turned eighteen. My wife and I are in North Dakota with our two youngest girls and two dogs who still answer to the names of the ones we buried.

Chester. Ginger. We call the new ones by their names without thinking. Our mouths remember the ghost dogs before our brains catch up.

Thomas Wolfe wrote a novel in 1940 called You Can't Go Home Again. Published after he died. The last lines still cut like a blade:

"You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood... back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting, but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."

I didn't understand that quote until this year.

My dad was an Army Ranger. Police captain. The kind of man who made you feel like nothing on earth could touch you as long as he was in the building. I remember the smells of my mom's cooking. The noise of me and my brothers fighting and doing dumb things. My younger brother getting caught up in our foolishness whether he wanted in or not.

I remember the feeling of safety. That bone-deep knowing that your father has it handled.

I can't go back there. Those smells are memories. That noise is silence. That safety was a season—not a permanent address.

I'm a child of the 80s. Music was always playing. Always. And now a song doesn't remind me of a time—it relocates me.

Duran Duran and I'm in Germany.
An old country song and I'm in North Carolina.
A 90s track and I'm in Hawaii.

Three chords and I'm standing in a place that doesn't exist anymore.

The other day I was writing. Apple Music dropped in a song I didn't ask for.

"Welcome to the Machine" by Pink Floyd.

The opening synth hit me first. Then the lyrics.

Welcome my son. Welcome to the machine.

I stopped typing. Looked at that picture on the wall. All five kids. My wife next to me. And the thought came uninvited—are we inside a machine? Some system grinding us through its gears while we smile for photos we'll weep over later?

I grounded myself fast. The Word of God is my anchor and I don't drift long.

But the thought stung.

Because this week "Christian social media" was buzzing about the Grammys and Kid Rock and the TPUSA Super Bowl halftime show. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone was outraged or celebrating or performing discernment for an audience.

And all of it, every take, every hot post, every argument, reminded me of one thing:

We are not home.

Wolfe was right. You can't go home again. But Wolfe didn't have the answer. He diagnosed the ache. He couldn't name the cure.

Solomon could.

"He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end." —Ecclesiastes 3:11

That word—world—is olam in the Hebrew.

Eternity.

God set eternity in your heart.

That's why the pictures make you ache. That's why old songs teleport you. That's why you call the new dog by the dead dog's name. That's why you sit in a quiet house remembering when it was chaos—and realize the chaos was the gift.

You were built for a home that doesn't decay. Where time doesn't steal your children or silence your kitchen or bury your dogs in the backyard.

The ache isn't a malfunction. It's a homing signal.

"These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth." —Hebrews 11:13
That's what Wolfe felt but couldn't name. That's what Pink Floyd reached for but couldn't grasp. That's what every 80s kid feels when the right song plays and the chest tightens and you're eight years old again for three seconds before time drags you back to the present.

You can't go home again.

Because you were never home to begin with.

"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." —John 14:2

He's building it right now.

And when you walk through that door, you won't have to leave again.

I wrote the full version of this tonight on Substack. It goes deeper. If this hit you in the chest, go read it.

[John Cameron @cameronjr31]

This is the best drink I’ve ever had.

[Dean Turner @DeanTTraining]

Just remember, folks:

Gatorade Zeros have NOTHING on these bad boys

One of the greatest hacks in the history of hacks

I drink 10+ per week

[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

This is Fenn Church of Shelby County, AL. He's pleading with @alabamapower to move their lines a mere 200 yards so his farmland and home where he's retiring isn't ransacked. They've condemned his land, dozers are ready to roll, and they've ignored my efforts to intervene. WATCH👇

[John Cameron @cameronjr31]

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[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

The Constitution does NOT give you rights. You already have them.

The Constitution simply tells the government that it cannot take those s rights away.

I wish more people understood this.

[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

I read this on fb and I wanted to share it with you all. Nailed it on the head. 👇

As I had my morning coffee, I realized that everything is about to change. No matter how I vote, no matter what I say, something evil has invaded our nation, and our lives are never going to be the same.

I have been confused by the hostility of family and friends. I look at people I have known all my life--so hate-filled that they agree with opinions they would never express as their own. I think that I may well have entered the Twilight Zone.

You can't justify this insanity. We have become a nation that has lost its collective mind!

• If a man pretends to be a woman, you are required to pretend with him.

• Somehow it’s un-American for the census to count how many Americans are in America.

• Russians influencing our elections are bad, but illegals voting in our elections are good.

• It was cool for Joe Biden to "blackmail" the President of Ukraine, but it’s an impeachable offense if Donald Trump inquires about it.

• People who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves.

• People who have never been to college should pay the debts of college students who took out huge loans for their degrees.

• Immigrants with tuberculosis and polio are welcome, but you’d better be able to prove your dog is vaccinated.

• Irish doctors and German engineers who want to immigrate to the US must go through a rigorous vetting process, but any illiterate gang-bangers who jump the southern fence are welcome.

• $5 billion for border security is too expensive, but $1.5 trillion for “free” health care is not.

• If you cheat to get into college you go to prison, but if you cheat to get into the country you go to college for free.

• People who say there is no such thing as gender are demanding a female President.

• We see other countries going Socialist and collapsing, but it seems like a great plan to us.

• Some people are held responsible for things that happened before they were born, and other people are not held responsible for what they are doing right now.

• Criminals are caught-and-released to hurt more people, but stopping them is bad because it's a violation of THEIR rights.

• And pointing out all this hypocrisy somehow makes us "racists"?!

Nothing makes sense anymore, no values, no morals, no civility and people are dying of a Chinese virus, but it racist to refer to it as Chinese even though it began in China.

We are clearly living in an upside down world where right is wrong and wrong is right, where moral is immoral and immoral is moral, where good is evil and evil is good, where killing murderers is wrong, but killing innocent babies is right.

Wake up America, the great unsinkable ship Titanic America has hit an iceberg, is taking on water, and is sinking fast. The choice is yours to make. What will it be? Time is short, make your choice wisely!

[The Babylon Bee @TheBabylonBee]

Science Pleads The 5th
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