USA chicken has been BANNED in the entire European Union since 1997 — and the EU officially classifies it as a HEALTH RISK VIOLATION!
Why? Because American chickens get dunked in a giant chlorinated chemical bath to “disinfect” them after they come out of those filthy factory farms. The EU said NO — we’re not going to harm our citizens with this.
They literally won’t touch our chicken. But here in America? It’s in every grocery store, every restaurant, every school lunch.
They’re masking rotten conditions with chlorine and calling it “safe.”
How to avoid this? Know your farmer, buy air-chilled or pasture-raised, or don’t eat it at all. Your body is NOT a trash can for Big Ag’s chemical cover-up.
On our MAHA journey, we have introduced the following:
100% grass-fed, grass-finished beef ✅
100% beef tallow fries ✅
100% beef tallow tots ✅
Grade A Wisconsin butter ✅
A2 whole milk ✅
Cane-sugar Coca-Cola ✅
Elimination of all microwaves ✅
And we are working on changing our buns!
We are committed to becoming seed-oil free, because we are committed to making fast food the best it can be.
Goodbye, Pearl
My heart is still somewhere out in that driveway, laid out flat like it just got the Holy Ghost and passed clean out.
Today, I had to say goodbye to Pearl.
Now Pearl wasn’t just an SUV. Pearl was my last rolling piece of freedom. She was my pre-ALS independence sitting on four tires. She was my “I’ll be right back” machine. My “let me run to the store” chariot. My “I don’t need nobody to take me nowhere” declaration with leather seats and a clean paint job.
And today… she left me on the back of a tow truck like she was being taken to glory.
That hurt.
The last time I sat behind Pearl’s steering wheel, ALS made something painfully clear. I was sitting at a red light, needing to make a simple right turn. Simple for everybody else. But my arms said, “Oh no, we don’t do that anymore.”
Cars behind me started blowing their horns like they were in the Indy 500 and I was holding up qualifying. I’m sitting there sweating, praying, negotiating with my limbs like, “C’mon y’all, just one more turn. ONE.”
I wanted to yell, “Y’all better be glad I can’t get out this truck!”
But truth was, I was scared.
For the first time in my life, I knew I was not safe behind that wheel. Somehow, I used my legs to help force that turn, then drove home with fear sitting in the passenger seat. When I pulled into the driveway and climbed down out of Pearl, I knew.
That was it.
I dragged myself into the house and told Tanja my heart was broken. I wasn’t just giving up driving. I was giving up another piece of the man I used to be.
So Pearl sat in the driveway for ten years, looking like a museum exhibit titled, “Before ALS Had the Nerve.”
My girls used her sparingly—very sparingly after Sydney forgot to stop at a stop sign and introduced Pearl’s front bumper to somebody else’s rear end. After that, Pearl went into semi-retirement.
Family members would ask, “Can I borrow the truck?”
And I’d be sitting there thinking, “Borrow? That’s Pearl. That’s not a truck. That’s family.”
But Pearl started coming back with scratches nobody knew about, “Not me.” “Wasn’t there before.” “I don’t remember.”
And don’t get me started on the gas tank. I’d hand her over full, she’d come back thirstier than a man in the desert.
Apparently, Pearl had been traveling with witnesses who all suffered from sudden memory loss.
So today… I kissed her goodbye. Literally. Leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered, “Thank you.” Watching her get winched up onto that tow truck felt like watching my past drive away without even turning around to wave.
And when that tow truck pulled away, I laughed a little.
Then I hurt a lot.
Because sometimes letting go isn’t about the thing itself. It’s about what that thing represented.
Pearl was freedom. Pearl was strength. Pearl was before.
But even as she rolled away, I reminded myself: ALS may have taken the keys, but it never took my memories. It never took my gratitude. And it sure didn’t take my ability to laugh through tears.
So goodbye, Pearl. You were loved. You were loyal. And Lord knows… you were patient with my family.
Now let me go sit down before I start ugly crying like Tanja did over that Mercedes.
Today marks the beginning of what some call Pride Month.
For Christians, we celebrate today like we do every day - that this is the day the Lord has made, so let us rejoice and be glad in it.
When we see the acronym LGBTQ, we don’t see sexual identities to celebrate, we see image-bearers of God who are doing what’s right in their own eyes and need the kind of love that points to Jesus and His truth.
The truth is God made us male and female so that a man can leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.
God IS love and He has the authority to define it. He calls homosexuality a sin, and holy marriage between a man and woman very good. The most loving thing we can do is agree with God.
We can’t love others by affirming sin. This is my response to why we don’t celebrate Pride Month:
One of the greatest gifts God has given me is killing the part of my nature that seeks man’s approval.
When you stand on the Word, A LOT of people are going to call you a lot of terrible names. Trust me.
When you’re only playing to an audience of One, you couldn’t care less.
VIDEO: Senate Testimony Confirms Pediatricians Are Incentivized Directly By HMOs To Vaccinate Their Patients!
Dr. Mary Talley Bowden Breaks Down How She Refused $1.5 Million To Push The COVID Shot
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One of the major American car manufacturers should produce a vehicle that has basically no technology or computers. Just mostly mechanical and easy to work on. Make them inexpensive and gas efficient. I bet they would sell like hotcakes.
RFK Jr. says HHS is working to find a cure for Alpha Gal.
The tick disease that can make you allergic to red meat for life.
“One bite from a lone star tick, and you could have a lifetime allergy to red meat.”
“50% of the population of Martha’s Vineyard now has alpha gal.”
“We’re also working on medicines that can prevent Alpha Gal and have the promise of actually curing it.”
“One of those medicines is almost ready.”
“We’re fast tracking it.”
“We’re doing the studies over the next two years to see if we can actually reverse this devastating disease.”
Your "Premium" Driscoll's Strawberries Are Linked to 38% Higher Cancer Risk.
Shocking reports and lab tests expose the truth behind Driscoll’s strawberries (which control about 1/3 of the U.S. berry market). Children living near their main growing operations in California’s Pajaro Valley / Watsonville area face a 38% higher rate of childhood cancer than the state average. This region sprays thousands of acres with pesticides linked to cancer — including fumigants like 1,3-D (a known carcinogen) and chloropicrin (a WW1 chemical weapon).
Lab tests on conventional Driscoll’s strawberries found residues of 12 different pesticides tied to cancer risks, reproductive issues, and developmental problems in kids. Levels exceed limits allowed in the EU.
**Even worse?** Soaking them in baking soda + water cannot remove these systemic chemicals that get absorbed into the plant.
This is industrial-scale farming prioritizing cheap fruit over safety.
Safer Alternatives to Enjoy Strawberries Without the Toxic Coating:
• Buy Certified Organic Brands – Lab tests showed no detectable pesticide or PFAS residues.
• Local & Seasonal from Farmers’ Markets or CSAs – Fresher and cleaner.
• Grow Your Own – Use organic methods in containers or backyard.
• Frozen Organic Berries – Cheaper and available year-round.
• Other Fruits – Switch to organic blueberries, raspberries, apples, or citrus in the meantime.
She doesn't need a studio, she sounds exactly the same as the CD, as live performance, this is true voice that does not need instrument to deliver. Very few people can do this.
Nothing to see here. Just two guys wearing protective gear from head to toe as they spray strawberries with POISON.
These will be shipped and sold in grocery stores all across the country.
How did this become “normal” in America?
It’s past time to Make America Healthy Again.