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President Trump ordered USPS…
“No voter rolls from the state? No ballot delivery.”
Democracy just got a bouncer at the mailbox.
Hahahahaha! Go Trump Go!!
@KickRocks2026
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🚨 NOW: EXPLOSIONS ROCK IRAN mere moments after SecWar Pete Hegseth and President Trump prepare for CENTCOM strikes
Hegseth confirmed the US is GOING HARD TONIGHT against Iran
Iran is reportedly FIRING ballistic missiles
The IRGC is getting FAFO because 47 has HAD ENOUGH 🇺🇸
h/t @Osinttechnical
These EVIL DEMONIC people mocked….
Little white Christian girls drowning in Texas.
Austin Metcalf getting stabbed.
Charlie Kirk getting assassinated.
Jesus will sort them out!
🚨 MASSIVE DEVELOPMENT: Pursuant to President Trump's election integrity executive order, the US Postal Service could REFUSE to deliver mail-in ballots for states who block handing over the voter rolls
The rolls are needed to ensure only valid citizens vote
YES, STOP THE MAIL-IN CHEATING! NO VOTER ROLLS = NO MAIL 🔥
CNN panics: "State election officials could soon face a stark choice: Hand over voter lists to the Trump administration or risk losing Postal Service delivery for mail-in ballots." 👏🏻
The order:
- Requires DHS to create a list of US CITIZENS with the help of the Social Security Administration
- Require that the Postal Service only sends mail-in ballots to approved voters
- Require unique bar code tracking in secure envelopes
🚨 “We are going to strike Iran tonight.” — Pete Hegseth 💣
CENTCOM will be busy. Key facilities in Iran are going to be hit hard. Bombs are loaded, targets picked.
Announcing it in advance is the strategy. Maximum pressure.
🚨 NOW: Police are using WATER CANNONS to push back people protesting a KNIFE ATTACK by a migrant in Belfast, Ireland
I guarantee police would NOT use these if MIGRANTS were the ones rioting.
Total double standard.
“The Prince, the Chalet, and my Dreamer”
I was thirteen, flat on my back on the seventh fairway like a crime-scene chalk outline, watching the sky do that molten-gold thing it does at sunset. Lynn lay beside me, our elbows occasionally colliding in that sacred best-friend semaphore that means, “I’m here, you’re here, the world can wait.”
In my head I was already living the dream…marry a doctor (because doctors know things), produce a sports team full of ten kids (I had no idea how they were manufactured, but I assumed it involved a very serious conversation and possibly a stork with malpractice insurance), and skip straight past college, mortgages, and adulting in general. I was still in the “boys have cooties… but maybe these particular cooties are tolerable” phase. I had recently graduated to the advanced courtship ritual of the bra-snap, which at the time felt like the height of erotic sophistication and madder than a hornet to be snapped in front of others. I was modest.
As the light faded and the first stars punched through the clouds like tiny celestial “told you so”s, we deployed the sacred lie… “We’re catching fireflies, Mom, please.” It worked. The streetlights came on…we stayed out with granted permission, now under a fat, smug full moon that looked like it had heard every dumb dream we’d ever had and was filing them for future comedy material.
I asked Lynn what is your dream guy?
Lynn went first. “My dream guy is Scott Baio.”
I waited for elaboration. She thought about it the way philosophers contemplate existence.
“He… likes me,” she concluded.
I nearly choked on my own laughter. Thirteen-year-old me, wise-aleck in training, fired back…
“Well, Lynn, my dad says my prince is coming by boat. My farm boy will sweep me off my feet, I’ll lose a glass slipper, the works. But not like my mom, I’m not letting anyone take care of me. I’m going to college until I’m basically old, like forty, I’ll have a job, thank you very much, and we’ll come home and cook together like real farmers who have lots of meat & potatoes. We’ll live in a tiny Swiss chalet in the woods with kids, dogs, cats, probably my horse, and a garden so big it’ll feed everyone. You know.. Happily ever after, obviously.”
Lynn, bless her, didn’t miss a beat. “Wow. Yeah. I can come ride your horse.”
“You’ll be my neighbor and don’t ask me to water your grass.. I’ll flood it.” I declared. We just laughed.
Fast-forward through several decades, a few wrong boats, a garden that won’t grow and one very patient music box.
Dad gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday…a little wooden Swiss chalet with tiny painted shutters and a roof that lifted to reveal an empty jewelry storage area with $50 cash to buy jewelry. It had a twirling ballerina in front of the box. Inside the lid he’d tucked a note in his careful block printing…”Lisa, your prince is coming by boat.”
I still have the box, no ballerina out front.. maybe it was a pine tree… oh well, I’m that ballerina and I lost the note. Today, I wound it up, let the tinny little melody spill out, and laughed the way you only laugh at your younger self when she was both completely ridiculous and weirdly prophetic.
Because here I am… wishing my dad’s wishes came true. My prince must not have GPS, his eyesight has gone or he’s not punctual, like myself. I’m always on-time.
Maybe he’s coming from China.
Of course, on a very slow boat.
I opened the music box again. The invisible ballerina spun in front of the box, the melody tinkled, and I could almost hear thirteen-year-old me whispering from the seventh fairway, smug and barefoot and smelling of grass and bug spray…
“Lisa, your prince is coming by boat.” Then I played it once more…
“He’s just taking the scenic route.”
I smiled at the little chalet, closed the lid, and said out loud to no one and everyone….
“Hurry up, farm boy. The garden’s finally getting big enough for two.”
@KickRocks2026
We have Democrats nominating an actual DEI Nazi to the Senate.
We have Act Blue funding Democrat campaigns with foreign money.
And we have a Democrat Governor covering up election fraud in California.
But please continue to say that Trump is the problem.
Oh yeah, and don’t forget the terrorist sympathizer they nominated in NJ.
Total freaks.
Happening Now: People have gathered in Belfast and have collected bricks and fire bombs 💣
It’s funny how fast the media reports it when the rioting is against the invaders. Or should we call them “Protesters”
Footage from British Unity FB
🚨BREAKING: Protests have now ERUPTED across Northern Ireland for a second night in a row
Footage from Belfast shows masked protesters facing off with police as multiple fires are already raging across the city.