Family, Country, Conservative, Property Rights, Bill of Rights, Jeffersonian, the Pursuit of Happiness, Liberty, “si vis pacem, para bellum”, we are Charlie.
Erika Kirk: “But there will be a day 10 to 15 years from now when my children will look back on this season of life that us three are going through… And my prayer is their focus isn't on all that noise, but rather on how their mother showed up and how she handled it.”
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We are Charlie. We are Freedom. We are Relentless Warriors. Make them pay at the ballot box for the next 20+ years. The left belongs in the wilderness. Extremists rule the left; but offer no lasting benefit. Never Surrender!
VOTE conservative for your family’s best future
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For Erika
We are Charlie. We are Freedom. We are Relentless Warriors. Make them pay at the ballot box for the next 20+ years. The left belongs in the wilderness. Extremists rule the left; but offer no lasting benefit. Never Surrender!
VOTE conservative for your family’s best future
@EnoughForWe
For Erika
We are Charlie. We are Freedom. We are Relentless Warriors. Make them pay at the ballot box for the next 20+ years. The left belongs in the wilderness. Extremists rule the left; but offer no lasting benefit. Never Surrender!
VOTE conservative for your family’s best future
@EnoughForWe
For Erika
We are Charlie. We are Freedom. We are Relentless Warriors. Make them pay at the ballot box for the next 20+ years. The left belongs in the wilderness. Extremists rule the left; but offer no lasting benefit. Never Surrender!
VOTE conservative for your family’s best future
@EnoughForWe
For Erika
A duck was raised by eagles after being brought to the wrong nest.
On February 12, 2025, a nest camera captured an eagle sitting on two eggs when her mate returned with a third mystery egg.
Nobody knew where it came from, and even the mother eagle seemed confused for a moment. But instead of pushing it away, she tucked it under her body and raised it with the others.
Then the first egg hatched. It wasn’t an https://t.co/qmzgXWpDBq was a duckling.
A week later, the two eagle chicks hatched beside it, and viewers thought the duckling wouldn’t last long in a nest full of predators. But the mother eagle never treated it like food. She treated it like hers.
Fifteen weeks later, the same camera showed all three still together, with the duck growing beside the eagle chicks like a sibling. Researchers were stunned when they noticed the mother bringing back fish and softer food, almost like she knew the duckling couldn’t eat the same meat as the others.
Now everyone watching is waiting for the next impossible moment. Soon the juvenile eagles will fly away but how will the duck get down from the nest?
This guy's chickens kept getting targeted by hawks, so he started feeding local crows. Now he has an army of crows that patrols his property and chases the hawks away.
Hey everyone…we all need this laugh right now.
And this?
This is the best laugh ever.
The one and only 1969 “laughing version” of Elvis Presley’s “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” …recorded live at the International Hotel in Las Vegas…is the only known performance where Elvis ever dropped that legendary “bald head” lyric.
He was cruising through the spoken part when he flipped the usual line into something about gazing at your bald head and wishing you had hair…and then
completely lost it.
The band kept playing, the backup singers stayed professional, and Elvis just dissolved into helpless, glorious laughter for the rest of the song. It’s pure, unfiltered joy.
Important note for the record (because the internet loves to get this wrong):
This was not some unofficial bootleg or fan tape. RCA recorded it officially during the same run of shows that produced the Live at the International Hotel album…which
included a straight, non-laughing take of the song from a different night. They simply held the laughing gem back and didn’t release it until 1979.
And whatever you do,
don’t confuse it with the gloriously wrecked 1977 version from the Elvis in Concert special and album.
That’s a whole different (and also hilarious) story.
So here it is…the real 1969 laughing version with the bald head ad-lib.
Crank it up. Let the King crack himself up. And let yourself go with him.
Laughter this good is medicine.
You’re welcome.
Daniella Álvarez🇨🇴, un verdadero ejemplo de fortaleza y resiliencia. De Miss Colombia a enfrentar en 2020 una dura isquemia que derivó en la amputación de su pierna izquierda. Lejos de rendirse, asumió su nueva realidad con optimismo y una fe inquebrantable. Su fuerza mental la llevó a reaprender a caminar, correr y bailar con su prótesis, demostrando que los límites solo existen en la mente. Su resiliencia la ha devuelto por todo lo alto a las pantallas de televisión y a las pasarelas internacionales más importantes. Hoy, no solo sigue brillando en sus proyectos, sino que transformó su propia adversidad en un motor de cambio. A través de la Fundación Daniella Álvarez, ayuda a personas con movilidad reducida a conseguir prótesis y reconstruir sus proyectos de vida. Una mujer imparable que nos enseña que la actitud lo define todo ante las pruebas de la vida.❤️
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In the 1980s, a wildlife biologist in Pennsylvania discovered something astonishing:
You could convince a wild mother bear to adopt an orphaned cub using Vicks VapoRub.
His name was Gary Alt.
For nearly three decades, he studied black bears and helped grow Pennsylvania’s bear population from around 3,000 to nearly 15,000 animals.
But one problem kept haunting wildlife officials:
Orphaned cubs.
When mother bears were killed by cars, hunters, or accidents, young cubs were often left with almost no chance of survival.
Most were either raised in captivity or euthanized.
Gary Alt wanted another option.
He wanted wild bears to raise them.
The problem was biology.
Mother bears identify their cubs by scent.
A strange cub usually isn’t treated as a baby.
It’s treated as an intruder.
Sometimes a threat.
Sometimes something to kill.
Gary learned this firsthand after trying to introduce an orphaned cub to an awake mother bear in spring.
The mother immediately detected the unfamiliar scent and killed the cub.
But then he noticed something interesting.
During winter hibernation, mother bears were far less aware and far less aggressive.
So Gary tried something risky.
He quietly entered a winter den, placed an orphaned cub beside a sleeping mother and her litter, and left.
The mother never noticed.
When spring arrived, she emerged from the den raising one more cub than she’d originally given birth to.
The orphan had been fully accepted.
The technique worked repeatedly during hibernation.
But what about orphaned cubs discovered after winter — when mothers were fully awake and alert?
That’s when Gary found the strangest solution of all.
Vicks VapoRub.
He sedated a mother bear, rubbed Vicks inside her nose, and introduced the orphaned cub while she was unconscious.
The strong menthol smell overwhelmed her sense of smell long enough for the cub to bond with her and her litter.
By the time the Vicks wore off, the cub smelled like family.
It worked.
Later, Gary discovered something even simpler:
Sometimes just rubbing Vicks directly onto the orphaned cub itself was enough.
The menthol temporarily masked the foreign scent long enough to prevent aggression and allow acceptance.
One foster mother even ended up raising six cubs at once — including two unrelated orphans Gary had introduced.
She never treated them differently.
Today, variations of Gary Alt’s methods are still used by wildlife agencies across the United States.
Wildlife officers track GPS-collared mother bears, locate winter dens, and carefully place orphaned cubs beside sleeping mothers knowing there’s a good chance the mother will simply wake up in spring believing the cub has always been hers.
And somehow, that’s the beautiful part of the story.
A wild animal capable of rejecting a stranger in one moment…
Can become a mother to it in another.
Sometimes the difference between rejection and acceptance is timing, patience, and a tiny window where fear has been replaced by trust.
Or, in this case, a two-dollar jar of menthol ointment.
Sonoran Harris Hawks, Westchester County, NY, 1988. I flew “Peanut,” the little male on my shoulder, for 10 years before he was electrocuted on a power line. I hunted with the hen, “Kuucheen,” for 24 years. She laid eggs and produced chicks every summer, and today falconers all over the East Coast are still hunting with her progeny. #GetOutside #LiveRealLife