I am Catholic, live in Mass. so naturally the Catholic leaders here are liberal. BUT, thank goodness NOT the Pastor of my Parish. One of the prayers of the faithful today mentioned the awful violence this past week and prayed for Charlie and Irina Z. today, by name!
She never said to "kill trans people". This is a lie.
Not only that, but they actively try to shame non politically driven fans.
I will buy anything she has written or has her name associated with because they have to lie to attack her, and I hate liars.
I support JK Rowling.
She did nothing wrong.
Resist the radical left wing cult.
RESIST
My father fixed air, conditioners and refrigerators for a living.
Do you know who the fuck I ran all of my briefs and Legal arguments by before he died?
Every move I made in life, I asked for his advice.
@jimmykimmel - choke on a bag of rotten working class dicks.
Some people will scroll past this… but I’m asking you not to 🙏🙏🙏
This is my wife.
This is what strength looks like!! 🩷🩷🩷
While the world keeps moving, she’s here—wrapped in blankets, hooked to treatments, fighting a battle most people will never truly understand. Stage 4. Aggressive. Metastatic Breast Cancer.
There are no “easy days” anymore. Just moments we hold onto… and moments we push through.
What you don’t see in this picture: The pain she doesn’t complain about. The fear she hides so others don’t worry. The exhaustion that never fully goes away. It’s extremely HORRIBLE!
But what you SHOULD see… is her courage!
She didn’t choose this fight… but she shows up for it every single day anyway.
And I’m sitting here watching the strongest person I’ve ever known go through something so unfair… wishing I could take even a piece of it from her. 😢😢😢
If you’re reading this, I’m asking for one thing—just one:
Say a prayer. Send some good energy. Your support means so much! Because right now… she needs all of it.
And I need her. 🙏🩷🙏 This is why I do what I do, EVERY SINGLE DAY! It’s ALL for HER!!! 🩷🩷🩷
#FeliciaStrong #Stage4Warrior #FCancer #CancerSucks #BreastCancerAwareness
Sometimes, I wonder why I do this work.
I wonder why I work so hard to elect Republican majorities into office
& — when we are in power — our very elected officials don’t wield or harness that power.
I wonder why I lose sleep, miss family vacations, & put my personal life on hold, so wealthy Senators can go on paid vacations
after not achieving the very promises they campaigned on.
Sometimes, I wonder if they truly care about us & if they actually want to represent the will of the very people that elected them into positions of authority.
I will tell you this: if the Senate ultimately does not pass the SAVE America Act, I will use all of the energy, hustle, & organizing efforts we used to elect these Senators into office
as tools to peacefully & respectfully defeat them in their upcoming elections.
This is me on the left with my beloved cousin, whom I lost last week. He would be alive if there was no Islamic regime. I’m writing this with tearful eyes.
This picture was probably the last time I was really happy in my life, before I realized where I was born and where I live.
The Islamic regime took everything I could have had: my freedom, my rights, my happiness, my youth, and so much more.
I thought I would finally be happy if I moved to a great country like the USA, but it didn’t happen because I’m watching my hometown getting ruined and my sisters and brothers getting murdered by the Islamic regime.
Every night one of us dies, and the whole world ignores us.
The whole world ignores the fact that thousands of innocent civilians—including kids, orphans, and pregnant women—are dying just so the IRGC ideology survives.
They took our beautiful country, our lives, our families, and our freedom, and the whole world is just watching in silence.
Rest in peace, my brother. 🖤
I committed suicide in 2015. I drank a 5th of whiskey, a bottle of wine while downing 30 serequel pills and 20 clonopin pills.
While I was waiting to pass out and never wake up, a voice told me "Michael. call 911" I was almost incoherent in my thoughts. The voice was insistent now "Michael, call 911". I never talked to myself in the 3rd person. It was weird.
I looked at my hand. The phone was there. I was never a phone person. I don't know where it came from. I dialed 911.
I explained to the person I had done the pills and drink. She asked if I could make it to the door. I said I could. I walked to the door and went outside. There was a police car driving up at that same moment.
It was as if it was meant to happen. He asked for my ID. I gave it to him. Then I was gone. I remember a little about being transferred to an ambulance.
I woke in a hospital bed 2 days later. I was happy. I could not understand it. I was happy. I felt good. I was telling jokes and having a good talk with the hospital staff as they were getting me ready to be transferred to a mental hospital.
I finally understood how the Lord saved me. I have never been the same, since. I can't explain it. I was saved and saved. I am not worthy but I was spared hell. I got healthy. I went from 250lbs to 170. I read my bible. My non military PTSD was a thing I could deal with without pharma.
I now take no meds. So, here I am, alone, no need for social appeasement. Only to gather the lay of the land and make dumb posts, sometimes. May you all be blessed as I have been. Thank you, Lord.