Catherine OSullivan

[Crystal Hope @CrystalHope1979]

An 11-year-old boy. One crochet hook. 60 skeins of yarn. No pattern. Two weeks. 🇺🇸

While juggling tennis camps and baseball games, Grayson poured his heart into crocheting this stunning American flag blanket—just in time to celebrate America’s 250th Independence Day. 🧨

No fancy instructions, just pure determination and love for his country. The result is a beautiful family heirloom that proves some of life’s greatest treasures are still made by hand. 🇺🇸✨

Proud of this kid and the quiet power of creativity in the next generation.
What an inspiration! 👏

[Chris Freiman @cafreiman]

For Father’s Day, I’ll share this letter to Karl Marx from his dad

[𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 🐍 @Sneketoshi]

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

[Sarah Adams @sarahadams]

Dan is a brother-in-arms and an amazing patriot who has spent his life serving others and standing up for what he believes in. Right now, his family is facing an incredibly difficult battle as his wife fights terminal cancer. If you're able to help, please consider supporting this fundraiser. Even the smallest contribution can help ease some of the burden and allow them to focus on what matters most: spending precious time together with the people they love.❤️

Thank you @BlackRifle_Co for supporting a family that has given so much to others.

[Today in History @TodayinHistory]

Today in 1973, the greatest horse race in history was run.

Secretariat won the Belmont Stakes by 31 lengths to become the Triple Crown winner and set a world record time that has never been beaten!

🎥: CBS Broadcast

[Brivael Le Pogam @brivael]

Aujourd'hui je déconstruis la déconstruction.

La déconstruction est le virus mental le plus efficace jamais conçu contre une civilisation. Il a été fabriqué en France entre 1966 et 1980 par trois hommes : Foucault, Derrida, Deleuze. Il a été exporté aux États-Unis, hybridé avec le puritanisme racial américain, et il est revenu trente ans plus tard sous le nom de wokisme paralyser l'Occident entier. Voici comment il fonctionne, et pourquoi il faut le détruire.

La thèse est simple. Toute vérité n'est qu'un rapport de pouvoir déguisé. Tout texte sacré, toute loi, toute science, toute norme, toute hiérarchie, toute identité, toute institution cache en réalité une domination. Déconstruire, c'est montrer le rapport de force sous le vernis du vrai. C'est arracher le masque. C'est "démasquer".

Formulé comme ça, ça paraît inoffensif. Voire utile. Qui n'aime pas un peu d'esprit critique ? Le piège est là. La déconstruction se présente comme une méthode. Elle est en réalité une ontologie. Elle ne dit pas seulement "interrogeons les normes", elle dit "il n'y a *que* des rapports de pouvoir". La différence est civilisationnelle.

Une société qui interroge ses normes reste debout. Une société qui croit que ses normes ne sont *rien d'autre* que de la domination s'effondre. Parce qu'elle ne peut plus rien défendre. Plus une frontière, plus une loi, plus une science, plus une langue, plus une histoire, plus une biologie, plus une famille. Tout devient suspect. Tout devient négociable. Tout devient "construit donc déconstructible".

C'est la première raison pour laquelle c'est un virus. Il s'auto-réplique. Une fois inoculé, il transforme tout ce qu'il touche en cible. La science est patriarcale, donc déconstruisons-la. Le langage est colonial, donc réinventons-le. La méritocratie est raciste, donc abolissons-la. Le sexe est une construction, donc choisissons-le. Il n'y a plus de roc. Tout est sable.

Deuxième raison. Le virus est *non-falsifiable*. Si vous défendez une norme, c'est que vous êtes l'oppresseur. Si vous niez être oppresseur, c'est la preuve de votre privilège inconscient. Si vous citez des faits, vos faits sont contaminés par le pouvoir qui les a produits. Si vous citez la raison, la raison elle-même est blanche, masculine, occidentale. Il n'y a aucune sortie possible. Le système est conçu pour rendre toute objection irrecevable par définition.

C'est exactement la structure d'une secte. Et c'est exactement ce qui s'est installé dans les universités, les RH, les médias, les administrations, les conseils d'administration depuis vingt ans.

Troisième raison. Le virus s'auto-réfute mais ne s'auto-détruit pas. Si toute vérité est pouvoir, alors la phrase "toute vérité est pouvoir" est elle-même du pouvoir, donc sans valeur. Logiquement, la déconstruction se mord la queue dès la première phrase. Mais elle s'en moque. Parce qu'elle n'a jamais cherché la cohérence. Elle cherche l'efficacité politique. Et son efficacité politique est immense. Elle désarme ses ennemis et arme ses militants. Elle paralyse le défenseur et libère l'attaquant. C'est une arme asymétrique parfaite.

Quatrième raison. Le virus produit des humains diminués. Une génération entière a appris à déconstruire et n'a jamais appris à construire. Elle sait soup��onner, jamais admirer. Elle voit le pouvoir partout et la beauté nulle part. Elle peut produire mille pages sur le caractère opprimant de Shakespeare et zéro ligne qui vaille la peine d'être lue dans cent ans. Elle a confondu l'intelligence critique avec la pose critique. Elle est stérile par construction. Un esprit nourri à la déconstruction est un esprit qui ne sait plus rien édifier.

Cinquième raison, la plus grave. Une civilisation se tient debout sur trois piliers. La croyance qu'une vérité est accessible à la raison. La croyance qu'un bien se distingue d'un mal. La croyance qu'un héritage mérite d'être transmis. La déconstruction a méthodiquement dynamité les trois. Pas par méchanceté. Par jeu intellectuel, par fascination du soupçon, par haine de la bourgeoisie qui avait nourri ses prophètes. Mais le résultat est là. Une civilisation qui ne croit plus en sa vérité, ni en son bien, ni en son héritage ne se défend pas. Elle s'excuse en attendant la fin.

Voilà ce qu'on a fait. Voilà ce qu'il faut nommer.

La bonne nouvelle, c'est qu'un virus mental ne survit que tant qu'on lui cède l'autorité du discours. Il meurt dès qu'on cesse de jouer son jeu. Dès qu'on réaffirme tranquillement qu'il existe une vérité, un beau, un bien, un héritage. Dès qu'on cesse de demander la permission aux déconstructeurs pour bâtir. Dès qu'on refait. Dès qu'on transmet. Dès qu'on crée.

Les bâtisseurs ont toujours le dernier mot sur les commentateurs. Toujours. Parce qu'à la fin il reste ce qui est construit, et rien de ce qui a été déconstruit.

Alors aujourd'hui je déconstruis la déconstruction. Et demain je construis.

[Lj Priest (Trader Jill) @RealTraderJill]

This is Amaury Guichon and he made this entire Easter basket out of chocolate. I've never seen anything like this before. It's mesmerizing!! 🐇

[Dom Lucre | Breaker of Narratives @dom_lucre]

🔥🚨VIRAL NOW: World #1 Scottie Scheffler says he plays golf to glorify God:

Scheffler: “I play golf to glorify god… so when I go out to practice, I’m glorifying god by going out and practicing.”

“When you’re trying to be excellent at something you always have to go back to the why?”

[LHGrey™️ @Grey_0G]

Maria, let’s cut the sanctimonious bullshit right at the throat.

You sit there in your manicured Malibu echo chamber, clutching pearls that were paid for by Kennedy blood money and Schwarzenegger box-office millions, lecturing the rest of us about “presidential norms” and “respect for women.”

Spare me.

The age of compulsory politeness...where power smiles politely while it fucks you raw...is dead, and it died screaming the moment the American people decided they were done swallowing the media’s carefully curated poison.

You’re not offended by Trump’s tone.

You’re triggered by his refusal to kneel.

That raw, unfiltered dominance you’re screeching about?

It’s the same strain of alpha energy your family has wielded for decades...only when a Kennedy or a Schwarzenegger did it, it was “charisma.”

When Trump does it, suddenly it’s “dangerous.”

That’s not moral clarity, Maria.

That’s textbook psychological projection: you spent years married to a man who cheated on you with the housekeeper, fathered a secret child under your roof, and you smiled for the cameras anyway.

Now you see a man who won’t apologize for existing unapologetically, and it rips open every scar you’ve spent a lifetime cauterizing with “journalism” and “women’s empowerment” branding.

Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.

Kaitlan Collins didn’t ask a good-faith question.

She lobbed a calculated grenade...Epstein’s name, timed for maximum damage, irrelevant to the actual topic...because that’s what CNN trains its pretty anchors to do: wound, distract, derail.

Trump didn’t “attack” her.

He parried a blade aimed at his back and shoved it straight down her throat.

Good.

The public isn’t a nursery full of fragile toddlers who need the press and the president to pretend they like each other.

We’re adults. We see the game.

And we’re done playing by rules written exclusively to protect the protected class you’ve always belonged to.

Your entire outrage is performative feminism wrapped around a core of pure status anxiety.

You lost the governorship mansion, lost the perfect Kennedy-adjacent image, lost the husband who humiliated you on a global stage, and now you watch a man who refuses to lose grab power by the throat and shake it until it submits...and you can’t stand it.

Because he’s doing openly what your family always did behind closed doors at Hyannis Port: dominate without apology.

So take your selective indignation, your recycled talking points, your faux-outrage victim cosplay, and choke on it.

The era of elite gatekeepers deciding what language is “presidential” is over.

We don’t need your permission to speak plainly.

Go write another inspirational book nobody reads and shut the absolute fuck up.

💀🔪

[Promethean Action @PrometheanActn]

JUST DROPPED: Trump vs. Wall Street

Kevin Warsh just declared "regime change" at the Fed. Jamieson Greer invoked Hamilton at Davos. $18 trillion flowing to Main Street.

The Republican New Deal isn't a slogan—it's happening.

The globalists are terrified.

👇 WATCH

[Stacy is Right @PoliticalStacy]

I have compiled a complete list of the U.S. politicians we have elected in the past 50 years who had their net worth go down while serving our country.

1. Donald Trump

[The Real Mike Rowe @mikeroweworks]

https://t.co/D959tRvHFU

If I Ruled the World, I would instruct the presidents of every media outlet to air this video in prime time. I would instruct every professor in every university to show it in every class. And then, I would freeze every social media account, until the owners of said accounts watched this seven minute public service announcement in its entirety. However, because I don't rule the world, and because I don't really harbor authoritarian tendencies, (I think,) I can only share the wisdom of Mr. Hudson on my personal page and encourage you to do the same. And invite him onto my podcast, at his convenience.

[Eric Alper 🎧 @ThatEricAlper]

Someone asked the internet how to deal with grief, and one reply showed up like a warm hug at exactly the right moment. Honest, kind, and deeply human. https://t.co/I3k5s9O6tn

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"I’m 79. My name’s Agnes. I walk to Oakwood Elementary every Tuesday and Thursday at 2:45 p.m. Not for my grandkids, I don’t have any. I go for them. The kids waiting for parents who are late. Again.

It started three years ago. I saw Miguel sitting alone on the school’s concrete steps, tracing math problems in the dirt with a stick. His mom worked double shifts at the canning factory. His homework was smudged with tears.

I didn’t say much. Just pulled a folding chair from my tote bag (I carry it everywhere, bad knees) and sat beside him. "Show me where you’re stuck, mijo," I said. He flinched like I’d startled a bird. But he showed me.

I was a teacher for 42 years. Fractions, state capitals, how to hold a pencil, I know them like my own heartbeat. That day, we solved 3 problems in the dirt. When his mom finally rushed up, breathless and apologizing, I just nodded. "He’s got a good mind," I told her. Her eyes got wet. Not from sadness. From being seen.

Next week, I brought my old teacher’s stool and a clipboard. Set up under the oak tree across from the school gates. No sign. No fanfare. Just me, my red pen, and a jar of butterscotch candies.

Kids started coming. Not all at once. First Miguel. Then Aisha, whose dad’s truck broke down again. Jamal, who whispered, "My grandma’s sick." I never asked why parents were late. I just opened my clipboard.

Some days, I only helped one child. Other days, five crowded around my stool. I taught multiplication tables while braiding Maya’s hair. Showed Leo how to write his name in cursive on a foggy window. Never took money. Never called the school. This wasn’t their job. It was ours.

Then came Mrs. Chen. She stood at the edge of the sidewalk for weeks, watching her daughter Linh hover near my bench but never approach. One rainy Thursday, Mrs. Chen finally walked over. Her hands shook. "I failed school," she admitted in broken English. "I can’t help her." I slid my stool aside. "Sit," I said. "Today, you do the math. I’ll hold the umbrella."

Last month, the principal found me packing up in the rain. "We’ve had complaints," he said gently. "About ‘unauthorized tutoring.’" I braced for the end. But then Linh ran over, dragging her mother. Aisha brought her little brother. Miguel stood tall beside his mom, the one who once cried on the steps. Twelve parents and kids formed a circle around my soggy stool. "This bench stays," Miguel told the principal. "Or we all leave."

Today, the PTA provides the folding chairs. Retired nurses check kids’ ears for infections. A barber gives free trims. But the homework bench? That’s still mine.

Last Tuesday, Linh placed a college acceptance letter on my clipboard. "You taught me numbers," she said. "But you taught Mama something bigger." She pointed to Mrs. Chen, now helping a boy sound out words. "You taught us we’re not broken."

I packed up my red pen that night, my hands steady for the first time in years. Here’s what nobody tells you about growing old, The world doesn’t need your savings or your spare room. It needs your stubborn, ordinary love. Show up. Sit down. Make space. The rest will grow around you like wildflowers through concrete.”

Let this story reach more hearts....

By Mary Nelson

[County Highway @countyhwy]

The story that every mainstream media outlet in America is too scared to touch: Minnesota’s multi-billion dollar Medicaid fraud. Seems like the whole state is in on it. A blockbuster report by the great Armin Rosen:

https://t.co/YgTgC2f1RX

[Collin Rugg @CollinRugg]

NEW: Annunciation Catholic Church shooting victim Sophia Forchas welcomed back by her classmates after making a "miraculous" recovery.

Forchas' family says Sophia was saved by "the mercy and intervention of our Lord Jesus Christ."

Doctors were shocked by her recovery, as noted by CBS News, considering Sophia was not expected to survive.

The 12-year-old girl was shot in the head and placed in a medically induced coma. The left side of her skull was removed to help with brain swelling.

"It is by God's will that she has come this far. We are eternally grateful to our loving Father, who hears and answers prayers," her family said.

"We also extend our heartfelt thanks to the extraordinary staff of Hennepin Healthcare at HCMC for their tireless dedication and world-class care."

"To our extended family, the Orthodox Church, our Annunciation school family, our friends and colleagues, and the many strangers who have become prayer warriors for Sophia; we thank you from the bottom of our hearts."

Praise God.

[DogeDesigner @cb_doge]

.@elonmusk on Charlie Kirk

Charlie was someone who believed in dialogue & open debate. He was man of ideas. He was a man of peace & now he has been murde*ed in cold blo*d. He was kil*ed bec his words made a difference. He was showing people the light & he was kil*ed by the dark.

[Lucy @TheLucyShow1]

This is so touching. A young boy pays condolences to Charlie Kirk’s family and proceeds to do a Bible study lesson. These are the kind of young men we should be raising. May God bless him. ❤️