🚨Actor Kelsey Grammer just revealed President Trump asked him how his 8 children are doing during their meeting yesterday.
"[Trump] is... charming & all of the things you'd want your president to be."
Trump doesn't get enough credit for how kind he is.
🚨 NOW: El Salvador’s right-wing President Nayib Bukele is surging MULTIPLE support planes to Venezuela after the fatal earthquake
This is what the American hemisphere can look like after communist dictators are removed!
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Ya se encuentra en tierra venezolana el primer avión. El segundo va en camino y, en unos minutos, despegará el tercero.
Nuestro personal en el lugar nos informa sobre las necesidades que enfrentan en Venezuela. Hace falta mucho más equipo, por lo que hemos decidido incrementar la ayuda y enviar 3 aviones más, con personal, equipo e insumos.
En total, serán 6 aviones, 300 rescatistas y 150 toneladas de equipo e insumos.
Primero Dios, podamos rescatar muchas vidas y apoyar a quienes más lo necesitan.
Fuerza Venezuela 🇸🇻🇻🇪
The Republican Senate just performed its own public execution in a hotel ballroom in Rapid City and then had the audacity to act surprised when the body twitched.
They did not simply deny Scott Presler entry to their little donor dinner at the South Dakota state convention.
They revealed the clinical truth of what they have become: a cartel of status-anxious narcissists so pathologically terrified of autonomous effectiveness on their own side that they will slam the door on the single most productive grassroots operative this movement has fielded in a generation rather than risk him demanding they actually do the job they were sent to Washington to perform.
This was not an administrative fuck-up.
This was a calculated act of social dominance…a textbook display of malignant group pathology in which the only acceptable response to loyalty that becomes demanding is erasure and humiliation.
The message they broadcast was not subtle.
It was neurological.
It was delivered straight into the attachment systems of every volunteer, every small-dollar donor, every door-knocker who still believed the Republican Party existed to fight rather than to manage.
Shut the fuck up.
Know your place.
We do not work for you.
We work for the donor calendar, the cocktail circuit, the administrative-state equilibrium that keeps our sinecures intact.
Your effort, your results, your inconvenient insistence on proof-of-citizenship and borders that actually function are now classified as threats to our comfort.
The base is no longer an asset to be mobilized. It is a liability to be contained.
This is betrayal trauma made visible and it carries a clinical cost these cowards have not begun to calculate.
Trust does not erode under these conditions.
It calcifies into something colder, more precise, more lethal.
The high-agency citizens who built the turnout machines are not becoming more moderate.
They are becoming more diagnostic. They are running new simulations in which the men in bespoke suits are no longer allies who occasionally disappoint.
They are obstacles that must be removed or bypassed if anything resembling the republic is to survive.
History has already written the next chapter for men who mistake their insulation for invulnerability.
The Roman optimates told the populares to sit down and accept their station.
The French aristocracy responded to the cahiers de doléances with procedural contempt and donor-class disdain.
The British Tories spent a generation triangulating while assuring their base that the institutions still functioned.
Every single time the result was the same: the base did not become more compliant.
It became more accurate in its assessment of who actually serves whom.
The Senate Republicans who participated in or permitted this public degradation of Scott Presler have just accelerated that process by years.
They have handed the base fresh data and fresh rage wired directly into the nervous system.
They will not sleep cleanly again.
Every future closed-door meeting, every donor dinner, every primary challenge will carry the ghost of that slammed door in Rapid City.
The calculation has changed.
The men who thought they could silence the most effective soldier on their own side without consequence have just taught the entire base a lesson in institutional betrayal that no amount of campaign rhetoric can unteach.
The full forensic dissection of this pathology…the neurological rewiring, the historical pattern, the terminal arrogance of a leadership class that fears its own base more than it fears the enemy…is now live.
Read it. Let it cut.
The reckoning they triggered is no longer theoretical.
It is already counting.
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Hey Patriots,
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Can we give this fellow patriot a boost...
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@daneburywater
They have less than 500 followers.
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‼️CNN Attempted to Trap Me‼️
CNN: “I’ve noticed when you urge people to action, you often use the word, ‘peacefully.’
Is that to avoid another Jan. 6 type incident?”
Me: “With all due respect, it’s to avoid people like you guys saying that I’m anything but [peaceful].”
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We just saw our first Amish people!!!! They were coming toward us in a horse-drawn buggy. Such a cool moment. I don’t want to record them without their permission, so you’ll have to trust me on this one.
One Wednesday afternoon, I was driving west on I-40 when my blood sugar dropped very low and became dangerous. Luckily, there was a Burger King coming up at the next exit.
When I was ordering, I told the person on the speaker that I was diabetic and needed food fast. Low blood sugar makes it hard to think or act clearly.
When I got to the first window to pay, I was surprised to see a Burger King worker named Tina Hardy running toward my car.
She squeezed between the front of my car and the building just to bring me a small cup of ice cream. Tina later said her husband was diabetic too, so she knew I needed help.
After I paid, I went to Tina’s window and she gave me my food. She told me to park across the driveway so she could watch me until I felt better.
After I ate, I waited for a quiet moment and then went back to Tina’s window. I took a picture and told her boss what she had done for me.
If you think Tina Hardy did something special, please share this story. I hope Tina gets the thanks she truly deserves from the public and from Burger King’s managers.
Credit: Rebecca Boening
Credit always goes to the original author!