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@LizCrokin Call 911 fire depth.

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@NT_pfisher Before you know it the schools will have armed guards and metal detectors!

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@FPVaughanIII @BackupJeffx Looks like Groucho Marx

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@BrendaM79613848 Great interview !

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@rupasubramanya @BillboardChris @PierrePoilievre I grew up in Cuba where anti-American propaganda was part of everyday life. It served a purpose: to redirect anger away from the regime and onto capitalism. We were conditioned to believe America was the reason socialism “couldn’t work,” instead of questioning the system itself.

[Today's Northumberland @NT_pfisher]

OPP - Charges Laid Following Investigation Into Fraudulent Commercial Driver Examinations (Names Released)
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[⭕️Faerie ❤️ @LiquidFaerie]

The Taliban have a truly brilliant plan for Afghanistan’s women: ban them from education past primary level, forbid them from universities, then slam the door shut on medical, nursing, and midwifery training as of late 2024. All while insisting that only female doctors & nurses can treat female patients, because decency and Islamic propriety demand strict gender segregation in healthcare.
Genius, really. What better way to “protect” women than to ensure that, within a few short years, there will be virtually no qualified Afghan women left to provide the very care their own rules require?
Male doctors cannot properly examine or treat women without risking violation of those same modesty rules and women often refuse or cannot access male providers anyway due to chaperone requirements and cultural barriers. So the Taliban have engineered a perfect catch-22: no male care allowed in practice and now no new female providers being trained either.
Existing female healthcare workers are ageing out, burning out, or fleeing the country if they can. Current female medical students were turfed out mid-training. Midwifery and nursing programmes, already scarce, are now closed entirely.
The predictable result? Skyrocketing maternal mortality, untreated gynaecological conditions, women dying in childbirth or from preventable complications because no female professional is available nearby and rural areas turning into death traps for half the population.

Yet the Taliban still claim this is all for women’s honour and protection. One might almost admire the sheer audacity of the hypocrisy, were it not costing thousands of lives. They have decided that female illiteracy, poverty and death are preferable to the horror of a woman learning how to read, work, or save another woman’s life.

It is not merely cruel, it is spectacularly self-defeating lunacy dressed up as piety.

The rest of the world watches, issues statements, and occasionally wrings its hands, while Afghan women pay the price for this masterclass in regressive logic.

The Taliban really are as stupid as they look.

[Jeff Shepherd @JeffRighton]

EP.792 1 Corinthians Chapter 15 Resurrection and End Times Knowledge https://t.co/9CN61I5x7j

[Tamara Lich 🇨🇦 @LichTamara]

Eight days have passed since the Federal Court of Appeal upheld Judge Mosley’s 2024 decision that the invocation of the Emergencies Act, which led to the excessive use of force by law enforcement agencies from across Canada against peaceful protestors, was unlawful and unjustified.

NO statement from the PMO.
NO statement from the Justice Minister.
NO msm exclusive reports.
NO substantive statement from the official opposition.
NO apologies to Canadians for breaching their rights & freedoms in the last egregious of ways.

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@WhiteHouse @CzebotarJessie This isn't about Greenland, has to be Antarctica. There are no penguins in Greenland. 🤔

[Northern Perspective @NorthrnPrspectv]

Full Interview
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🚨OUR WARNING🚨

Yao Zhang lives in Canada.
She spoke out against the CCP.
She was assaulted, threatened, and targeted.

CBC reported it.
The government acknowledged it.

And now she is warning of what is to come.
She has the Heart of a Dragon.

Full Video Below

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[Harrison Faulkner @Harry__Faulkner]

Conestoga College president John Tibbits suddenly retires.

Conestoga College led Canadian learning institutions in international student enrolment, with over 20,000 international students in both 2023 and 2024.

Conestoga College only enrolled 2,000 domestic students in ‘23 and ‘24.

Despite being the worst offender in Canada’s international student debacle, Tibbits was earning over $630,000 a year.

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

A man said "I accept Jesus Christ" on his deathbed.

The church asked if he really meant it.

I need to ask you something.

When did we become the gatekeepers of grace?

I've watched Christians dissect Scott Adams' final words like prosecutors.

They parsed his phrases. They weighed his tone. They measured his faith against some invisible scale and found it wanting.

"That doesn't sound like surrender," they said. "That sounds like a man hedging his bets."

And I understand the instinct. I do.

But there's a verse that haunts me. Not because it's obscure—because it's too simple.

"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
(Romans 10:13)

Whosoever.

Not "whosoever truly believes in their heart of hearts." Not "whosoever demonstrates sufficient sincerity." Not "whosoever calls early enough in life that we trust their
motives."

Whosoever.

The moment we add prerequisites to that promise, we've traded the Gospel for religion.

We've smuggled works back in through the side door labeled "authentic faith."

I know what some of you are thinking.

But he admitted he wasn't a believer.
He talked about "risk and reward."
He said he hoped he'd "qualify."

Yes. He did.

And those words make us uncomfortable. They don't sound like the confident declarations we want from converts. They sound uncertain. Calculating. Human.

But here's what I need you to hear:

The thief on the cross didn't have time to develop mature theology either.

He was a criminal. Hours from death. He looked at Jesus and said, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom."

That's it.

No profession of belief in the resurrection. No renunciation of his former life. No evidence of transformed character.

Just a desperate man, reaching for a hand he wasn't sure would take his.

And Jesus said, "Today you will be with me in paradise."

We have a problem, and it's not Scott Adams.

It's us.

We've internalized a law that God never gave us. A natural sense of fairness that says late arrivals should get less. That deathbed conversions are suspicious. That the math
should somehow work out—more faith, more years, more sacrifice equals more standing before God.

Jesus told a parable about this.

We skip over it because it offends us.

A landowner hired workers throughout the day. Some came at dawn. Some at noon. Some showed up with one hour left.

At the end, he paid them all the same.

The early workers were furious.

"These who were hired last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day."
(Matthew 20:12)

And the landowner replied:

"I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?"

There it is.

The scandal of grace is that it feels unfair.

A man who mocked God for sixty years gets the same inheritance as the saint who served since childhood. A skeptic who hedged his bets at the last breath stands in the same kingdom as the martyr who gave everything.

And something in us recoils.

That's not grace rejecting us.

That's us rejecting grace.

Let me tell you what I see when Christians interrogate a dead man's faith.

I see the older brother standing outside the party, refusing to go in.

The prodigal came home reeking of pig filth and poor decisions. The father ran to him. Threw a robe on his back. Killed the fattened calf.

And the older brother?

"Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!"
(Luke 15:29-30)

He couldn't celebrate the return because he was too busy auditing the journey.

Sound familiar?

Here's the truth we don't want to face:

We can't see hearts. We can only see words.

And the words Scott Adams spoke were: "I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior."

Were they perfect? No.
Were they confident? No.
Were they the words we would have scripted? No.

But they were the words.

And the God who receives those words is not checking for tone. He's not running sentiment analysis. He's not grading on a curve.

He's looking for open hands.

Paul wrote something that lands differently now:

"Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand."
(Romans 14:4)

Scott Adams was not our servant to judge. He answered to his own Master.

And the Lord is able—able—to make him stand.

That's not my promise. That's Scripture's promise.

The question is whether we'll submit to it.

I know why we do this.

I know why we parse and weigh and question.

Because if grace is really this free, then we didn't earn our place either.

If the deathbed convert gets in, then our decades of service weren't the price of admission. They were the privilege of knowing Him longer.

And that reframes everything.

It means the faith we've built isn't a resume. It's a relationship.

It means our years weren't buying something. They were receiving something.

It means we were never the workers earning a wage.

We were always the prodigals coming home.

So did Scott Adams get saved?

I don't know.

But I know what the Scripture says.

Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

I know what Jesus promised the thief who had nothing to offer but a desperate plea.

I know what the father did when his son came crawling home with a rehearsed speech that never even got finished.

And I know what the landowner said to the workers who were angry that grace didn't do math the way they wanted.

"Are you envious because I am generous?"

The gate is narrow, but it's not locked.

The standard is high, but it's not ours to enforce.

The Judge is holy, but He is also the one who ran to meet the prodigal while he was still a long way off.

Stop auditing the dead.

Start marveling at the grace that let you in.

"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."

Whosoever.

Even him.

Even you.

What saith the Scriptures?

That's the only question that matters.

[Faithfulness Okom @AttorneyF_]

Why does God even want worship? Isn’t that… needy? I was rewatching The Chosen weeks ago, the scene with the Samaritan woman and that question wouldn’t leave me alone. Jesus says, “The Father is seeking those who will worship Him in spirit and in truth.” It hit me harder than usual. Almost made me teary.

And then an intrusive thought slid in: Why does He care so much about worship?
So I sat with it. And slowly, something started to untangle.
We live in a world obsessed with creators and ownership. Artists sign their paintings. Musicians copyright their songs. Companies defend their patents. Architects protect their signature designs. Not because they’re insecure. Because authorship matters.
We instinctively know that to erase an author’s name from their work is wrong, and to twist their creation beyond recognition is violation.
That clicked for me.

If flawed humans protect the integrity of what they make… how much more would the God who authored galaxies guard His?
Reality itself is His masterpiece. Every law of physics, every spark of beauty, every heartbeat, signed, authored, claimed.
So when Scripture calls God jealous, it’s not describing a fragile deity craving applause. It’s describing a Creator who refuses to let His signature be erased from what He made.
Not insecurity, integrity. Not ego, essence.
He is jealous for us, not of us. Because when creation forgets its Creator, everything breaks. Meaning unravels. Purpose distorts. Worship misfires.
God’s “jealousy” isn’t about Him needing attention. It’s about Him refusing to let us live on lies. He knows that life only works when it aligns with Truth. And He is that Truth.

So when Jesus says the Father is seeking worshipers, it’s not desperation. It’s love. It’s rescue. It’s the God who authored reality inviting us back into alignment with it.
Divine jealousy isn’t proof of God’s weakness. It’s proof of His love. A love that protects. A love that refuses to hand us over to counterfeits. A love that will not let His creation forget who made it.
The universe is a signed masterpiece. Erase the signature, and you erase meaning itself. God refuses to let that happen. That’s where I landed. And honestly? It made me worship more, not less.

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[Ron DeSantis @RonDeSantis]

Actually we continue to break tourism records (and win Stanley Cups).

[Ryan Gerritsen🇨🇦🇳🇱 @ryangerritsen]

Maybe it’s retired boomers who aren’t going to Florida, but I was just there for almost two weeks and I met Canadians almost everyday of my trip. I know several people who are there now. Our plane was full there and back. The media & our politicians lie.