Here it is:
The single largest mind numbing profitable organizations on the planet:
The Maine Wire reveals Catholic Charities has absolutely nothing to do with anything Catholic, it’s just a NGO front to traffic illegals and overthrow the constitutional republic of the United States:
“There is a deliberate effort to resettle the Ilhan Omar refugees by groups like Catholic Charities. So Catholic Charities makes a huge amount of money moving people, migrants, around to places in the country that don't necessarily vote to have that happen.
By one lens, you might consider Catholic Charities to be a human trafficking organization, because that's what they do. They get paid, they make huge amounts of money to take people who've crossed the border illegally and distribute them throughout the United States.
— Catholic charities doesn't really have anything to do with being Catholic. It's just a nonprofit that makes a ton of money and has some kind of affiliation with the Catholic church.
But the Lutherans do this as well. There's tons of organizations that are in this migrant resettlement business and they cloak it in...
How big is the business?
Billions. Billions — I mean, tens of billions of dollars. I mean, during the Biden-Harris terrorist administration, the amount of money that was dumped into these, it starts to be mind numbing amounts of money that are dumped on these organizations.“
"There is a phrase in the Catholic Church for a certain kind of believer: the cradle Catholic. It means the one who was born into the faith, baptized before he could speak, raised inside the rituals so completely that he never had to choose them. He did not convert. He did not study his way in or have a come-to-Jesus moment that brought him to the church door as a grown man. The cradle Catholic was simply always there. And the church has a quiet worry about him, an insecurity, because the thing you are handed in the cradle is the thing you are most likely to take for granted. The convert had to earn the faith and so he knows exactly what it is. The cradle Catholic risks practicing out of habit a thing he has never once had to defend.
"I have come to think there is such a thing as a cradle American, and that many of us now are one. We were born into freedom the way the cradle Catholic was born into the faith. We did not convert to freedom. Most of us under seventy did not serve in the armed forces or march for it or risk our families. We were born into this land where the rights were already written down and the laws made. And like the cradle Catholic, we are in danger of losing the greatest thing we have ever been given, because a freedom you have never had to defend is a freedom you do not know how to defend."
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250 years ago, fifty-six men signed their names to a death warrant.
If the Revolution failed, that document was a hanging list. They knew it and they signed nonetheless. Pledging their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor to an idea that did not yet have an army strong enough to defend it.
N.C. Wyeth painted the gap between the promise and the price.
Above, in the light and clouds, the signers commit their names.
Below them, the farmers, tradesmen and frontiersmen, are the ones who had to make those words real. In the smoke and the fight.
It took seven more years of war. Trenton. Valley Forge. Saratoga. Yorktown.
Most of the men in the struggle never signed the Declaration.
But they paid for it.
America 250 🇺🇸
Now that SCOTUS has opened the floodgates for foreign invaders to flock across our borders and spawn, the only choice we have is to triple down on immigration enforcement. Militarize the border. Mass deportations. Round every illegal up. Don’t pull back when the lesbian activists start screeching about it. Use whatever force is necessary. There is no other option.
Dr. Joseph Warren died on this day in 1775, and he might be the most important Founding Father you were never taught about.
He was born in Roxbury, went to Harvard, and by his early thirties he was the most sought after doctor in Boston. He inoculated the Adams family against smallpox. He took on apprentices. He treated patients on both sides of the growing fight, redcoats included, because he was a doctor first. He was 34 and a widower raising four small children alone after his wife died in 1773.
He was also the quiet engine of the entire revolution in Massachusetts. He wrote the Suffolk Resolves. He ran the Committee of Safety. He stood up twice to give the Boston Massacre orations, and the second time, with British officers packing the room to intimidate him, the story goes that he climbed in through a window rather than be turned away, then delivered the speech to their faces.
On the night of April 18, 1775, it was Warren who learned the British army was about to march. He sent Paul Revere out one way and William Dawes the other to raise the alarm toward Lexington and Concord. There is no midnight ride without Joseph Warren. People have argued for two centuries about where he got his intelligence, and one long running rumor is that his secret source was close to General Gage himself.
The next morning he didn't sit safe behind a desk. He rode out to the fighting at Lexington and Concord and got into the thick of it. A British musket ball came so close it knocked a pin out of the hair beside his ear.
Three days before Bunker Hill, the Provincial Congress made him a major general. When he walked onto the hill on June 17, the officers there offered to hand him command of the whole field. He refused. He said he had come to fight as a volunteer, not to give orders, and he took a musket and went into the redoubt with the ordinary men, in the most dangerous spot on the line.
The Americans held off two British charges. On the third, low on powder, they were overrun. Warren stayed to cover the retreat and was shot in the head. The British knew exactly who they had killed. They stripped him, ran him through with bayonets, and threw him into a shallow pit with another body. A British officer later bragged that he had stuffed the scoundrel into the ground. General Gage is said to have remarked that Warren's death was worth that of 500 ordinary men.
Ten months later, after the British finally gave up Boston and sailed away, his friends went looking for him. The body was beyond recognition. The only reason they ever found him is that Paul Revere, a silversmith by trade, had once wired a false tooth into Warren's jaw with silver wire. Revere dug through the grave, saw his own work in the teeth, and knew. It is remembered as one of the first forensic dental identifications in American history.
His orphaned children were nearly forgotten too, until people like Benedict Arnold, years before he became a traitor, chipped in money to make sure they were raised and educated.
The most famous painting of the battle, by John Trumbull, isn't really about the battle at all. It's about the death of one man in the smoke.
The doctor who could have commanded an army chose to die in the dirt as a private soldier. He was 34 years old. 251 years ago today. Remember him 🇺🇸
I had a lot of friends with wild assignments in the GWOT
Horrific stories of rape from Muslims were the norm, and not just of women obviously
Young boys, even wounded prisoners who couldn't defend themselfes
The UK story is not an outlier, this is just who Muslims are
If MREs are good enough for our troops, why not for welfare?
What if EBT was replaced with monthly MRE deliveries,
8 cases per person. No misuse. No luxury. Just food.
Needs met. Problem solved!
Our American flag has flown over battlefields, hurricanes, terrorist attacks, floods, wildfires, and some of the hardest days this country has ever faced.
Through all of it, one lesson remains true: America's greatest strength has never been a building, a government agency, or a piece of equipment.
It's people.
The neighbors who check on each other. The volunteers who show up. The first responders who run toward danger. The communities that rebuild after disaster strikes.
It is choosing to be someone others can rely on when things go wrong.
And despite our disagreements, challenges, and imperfections, there is still much to be proud of. A nation built on the belief that people should be free. A nation that has repeatedly risen to meet extraordinary challenges. A nation whose strength is found not in its institutions alone, but in the character of its people.
That is worth remembering today.
Happy Flag Day!
246 years ago today, 32 South Carolina farmers ambushed 200 Loyalist militia at a muster ground in the Carolina backcountry and fired the first shot of the partisan war that would end at Yorktown.
Three weeks earlier, Charleston had surrendered. The entire Southern Continental army, 5,500 men, was in British prison ships in the harbor. The British command sent letters to every man in the South Carolina militia ordering them to come in, take an oath of loyalty to George III, and go home. Most of them did. The war in the South looked over.
Captain John McClure of the Chester District did not get the memo.
McClure was 32 years old, a small farmer, the son of an Ulster immigrant. When he heard that the local Loyalist colonel, Houseman, was holding a muster at Alexander's Old Field to recruit men for the King, he rode through the night gathering volunteers. By dawn on May 31 he had 32 men, mostly his own family and neighbors, armed with hunting rifles.
Houseman had 200 men in formation in an open field, no pickets out, expecting nobody to challenge them. McClure crept his riflemen into the treeline at the edge of the field at 100 yards. He gave the order to fire.
The first volley dropped a dozen Loyalists. The next volley dropped a dozen more. The Loyalist line broke and ran. McClure's men chased them for two miles. By midday Houseman's regiment had ceased to exist as a fighting force.
It was the first Patriot victory in the South after Charleston. It was also a signal. Within weeks, Thomas Sumter, Francis Marion, and Andrew Pickens were in the field with their own bands. Within months, Loyalists could not move outside fortified posts without being ambushed. By October, the same kind of backcountry riflemen who fought at Alexander's Old Field had cornered Major Patrick Ferguson's Loyalist army on top of Kings Mountain and shot them to pieces.
Cornwallis would write in despair that fall: "I will not say much in praise of the militia, but the list of British officers and soldiers killed and wounded by them since June, proves but too fatally they are not wholly contemptible."
The British took Charleston in May 1780 and thought they had won the South. They had won a city. They had lost the country.
It started 246 years ago today, with 32 men and a treeline.
The installation features red, white, and blue illumination and a massive American flag measuring 300 feet wide by 150 feet tall suspended across the dam.
The special light display will illuminate Hoover Dam nightly through Saturday, July 4.