DocNSDQ

ER Doctor; Army Colonel (Ret) and Combat Vet. Dad of 3. Mountain Biker. Let’s go Brandon! Hiker. #Padres. LFGSD

[Josh Chambers @JoshChambers]

Drew Brees explains why he rejected Nick Saban, a yacht and the Miami Dolphins for a destroyed New Orleans franchise:

“On paper, it was Miami all the way. Miami had Nick Saban. They had just come off a 9–7 season. Defense was lights out. They were running the same offense we were running.”

“I’m sitting there eating dinner on Wayne Huizenga’s yacht. He’s talking about playing golf in Scotland every summer. No state income tax. I’m like, ‘Dude, this is wallpaper. Miami, here I come.’”

“New Orelans was six months post-Katrina. They just hired some unknown head coach named Sean Payton. Who is this guy?”

“I’m in Miami in an MRI tube for two hours just aching. They stick these big needles in my shoulder to test the nerve endings. I got this feeling of doubt. They don't really think I will be able to play. Their doctors said I had a 25% chance of coming back and playing again.”

“I go to New Orleans and it was like, ‘You are our guy.’ Sean Payton and Mickey Loomis said, ‘We’re building this offense around you.’”

“They did everything they could to roll out the red carpet despite all the circumstances. New Orleans was still destroyed.”

“Houses were off their foundations. There was a Chevy truck upside down in a living room. The car stops, and there’s a tugboat in the middle of the road.”

“I’m looking at my wife like, ‘Are you seeing what I’m seeing?’”

“It was one of those moments where it's like this is so much bigger than just football. We get to be part of the resurrection of one of America’s greatest cities.”

“This is God’s calling in our life. And that was the determining factor.”

[GayLumberjack @gay_lumberjack]

A lot of people like Vance.

Everybody loves Rubio.

A lot of people hate Vance.

Nobody hates Rubio.

That’s the GOP 2028 conundrum.

[Buzz Patterson @BuzzPatterson]

This World Cup had a halftime show 1000 times better than any Super Bowl n 20 years. @justinbieber sings a Christian song. The @NFL can take a note.

No more “Bad Bunny” shit. We’re so back.🙏🇺🇸❤️

[DocNSDQ @docnsdq]

@Cjpearson @JDVance Shapiro strongly supported Trump in 2024 and beyond

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50 years ago, Padres legend Randy Jones celebrated bicentennial with All-Star Game victory in Philadelphia https://t.co/SQVoV7fgOj

[Dr. Eli David @DrEliDavid]

This video wins the internet for today 🤣

Watch till the end

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@JesseKellyDC I understand that you live in Houston which is equivalent to living in a dogs mouth. Much nicer out here in mountains of Far West Texas

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@ClayTravis @k_ovfefe2 That was a “Mr. Smith“ moment. RIP

[Clay Travis @ClayTravis]

RIP, Lindsey Graham. This moment in the Kavanaugh hearings was phenomenal.

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@NewsWire_US RIP Senator. I bet it was a pulmonary embolism unfortunately

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@TheLtColUSMC Army Colonel here, not a Marine. But yes, it felt like a divorce after 27 years. Last 6 months on AD and first 6 months on retired rolls was sort of painful.

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@CinemaTweets1 Agreed. The best Denzel movie of all. He's just an a-hole in Training Day. Here his motive is righteous. "The bullet never lies".

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@ASvanevik Heck yeah! and Fette najs!

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@MissionVlyMafia I miss Schildty. He almost went toe-to-toe against the Dodgers and Roberts. Even tossed his glasses away!

[🫃🏼💉🇺🇦🇮🇷🇨🇺Hollaria Briden, Esq. @HollyBriden]

BREAKING: FIFA announces Monday night’s referee:

[Election Wizard @ElectionWiz]

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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@piersmorgan Your guy took a knee when bad guys were harming British girls

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@4nt1p4tt3rn Goosebumps

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@KurtSchlichter Nice job on the carwash Colonel

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble.

The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation.

Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured.

He succeeded.

The British agreed to free the doctor.

But there was a catch.

Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines.

On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began.

For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities.

Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all.

He could not see.

He could only listen.

As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered.

Then, just before dawn…

The guns fell silent.

For the first time all night, there was only stillness.

It was the most frightening sound of all.

Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see?

There was nothing to do but wait.

As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort.

Then he saw it. Not a British flag.

The American flag. Still there. Still flying.

That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it.

That was the Star-Spangled Banner.

The very flag Key saw through the morning mist.

The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian.

Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn.

He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry.

Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies.

The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.