Democrats aren't just running against Republicans, we are running against the f*cking MEDIA who refuses to talk about all the good Democrats are doing.
I am SICK of it. Anyone else?
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🚨#BREAKING: Police in Houston TX are asking the public's help to identify the mystery person who cut down 2 Flock cameras on Independence Day.
According to police, the mystery person chopped them down, spray-painted the lenses, and then put American flags in their place.
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A Vietnam vet gave up his dream car, a '69 Mustang Mach 1, to raise his 6 sons.
He never let them see what it cost him.
50 years later, his youngest traded away his OWN Mustang to track down the exact car... and handed his dad the keys on Father's Day.
His name is Daniel Allen and he came home from the Vietnam war and bought his dream car.
It was a white 1969 Mustang Mach 1.
Black hood, red stripes, four-speed.
And then he gave it up.
Because one baby became two. Then three. Then six sons. And a two-door muscle car can't raise a family.
So Daniel traded away his dream, the way good fathers do.
He never made his boys feel the cost of it.
But his youngest son, Shane, was always listening.
Every time his dad told the story of "the one that got away," it stuck. The two of them even made a tradition of it, going to Father's Day car shows together, hunting for Mustangs, reminiscing.
So this year, Shane found it.
A white '69 Mach 1, exactly like the one his father described for decades.
He traded away his OWN restored Mustang GT to get it, then had it repainted and reupholstered to match his dad's memory down to the detail.
And to get it, he traded away his OWN restored Mustang.
On Father's Day, at their car show, Daniel walked past a Mach 1 and noticed a name tag hanging from the mirror that read "Daniel."
He figured it was a coincidence. Half-joking, he said, "Where are my keys?"
His son reached out and put the keys in his hand and told him to fire it up.
This grown man. This veteran. He climbed out of that car, asked his son how on earth he'd pulled it off, and when Shane told him he'd traded his own custom Mustang to do it...
...Daniel broke down and wrapped his boy in his arms.
Fifty years later, the dream he laid down for his kids... his kid handed right back to him.
God bless the Allen family. That's what it's all about.
Christopher Hitchens: ”In 1786, when the United States was barely a country, it was having its sailors taken as slaves by the Barbary states, the states of the Ottoman Empire and North Africa. Tripoli, shores of Tripoli. Ships stopped, its crews carried off into slavery. We estimate 1.5 million European and American slaves taken between 1750 and 1815.
Jefferson and Adams went to their ambassador in London and said, why do you do this to us? The United States has never had a quarrel with the Muslim world of any kind. We weren't in the crusades. We weren't at war with Spain. Why do you do this to our people and our ships? Why do you plunder and enslave our people? The ambassador said very plainly, Mr. Abdul Rahman said, because the Quran gives us permission to do so, because you are infidels, and that's our answer. Jefferson said, well, in that case, I will send a navy which will crush your state, which he did.
Islamic fundamentalism is not created by American democracy. It's a lie to say so. It's a masochistic lie, and it excuses those who are the real criminals, and blames us for the attacks made upon us.”
My father cried.
I had never seen it. Not once in my life.
70 years old. Post-war generation. He hated America with everything he had.
60 years. Not one kind word. Not one.
Then March 2011 came.
He sat in front of the TV. Every day. Silent. Fists on his knees.
Your Marines digging black mud with their bare hands for Japanese strangers.
Your 19-year-old sailors sleeping on cold steel floors so our grandmothers could have beds.
Your carrier sailing INTO the radiation while the whole world ran out.
He watched all of it. And said nothing.
Then one night I passed his room and I froze.
Behind that door, my father, the strongest and most stubborn man I ever knew, was sobbing like a child.
I couldn't move. I just stood there in the dark hallway, listening, crying with him.
Then he said it. One sentence. It tore 60 years apart:
"I was wrong about them."
Do you understand what that took?
A lifetime of hatred. Gone.
Destroyed by soldiers carrying soup to strangers.
America, you didn't just save our towns.
You reached inside my father's chest and healed a wound he swore would never close.
He passed away believing in you.
Happy 250th. 🇺🇸🇯🇵
An old man who hated you died loving you. My father.
Imagine building a barn so well that it would still be standing more than 750 years later.
At Barley Barn, that is exactly what happened.
Built around 1260 in the Essex village of Cressing by the Knights Templar, Barley Barn is one of the oldest surviving timber-framed barns in the world.
That means it was already standing:
- Around 200 years before the first printing press reached England.
- More than 270 years before the English Reformation.
- Over 340 years before the Gunpowder Plot.
The enormous oak frame was designed to protect the harvest of the surrounding estate, using timber joints cut by hand and secured with wooden pegs.
Every beam was shaped by medieval carpenters using little more than axes, adzes and chisels.
More than seven and a half centuries later, those medieval timbers still stand beneath the same roofline, making Barley Barn one of the finest surviving examples of English craftsmanship.
Follow @oaksandlions for more on England's history and heritage.
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SETH RICH UPDATE: Today an attorney for the government told me that I would soon be getting confirmation that several hundred pages of documents related to Seth Rich were found in a previously-hidden room at FBI headquarters. You may recall that on July 30, 2025, Fox News Digital reported that newly-installed FBI Director Kash Patel and his leadership team had located an unmapped / sealed area within the J. Edgar Hoover Building's SCIF.
Last year’s Fox report described "burn bags" that contained thousands of pages of classified files intended for destruction, and those files were linked back to the 2016 "Crossfire Hurricane" investigation. Now it appears the Seth Rich records were among the files designated for destruction.
Mind you, I don’t have anything in hand yet. I don’t even know whether the FBI will agree to release a single page of what it found. Nonetheless, any confirmation that the files were in the secret SCIF raises a lot of questions. At the very least, some very high-level people had something to hide.
The FBI originally told me in 2017 that it had no records whatsoever about Seth Rich because it was not involved in the investigation of his death. We were told he died in a “botched robbery” and only the local police were investigating it.
Since that time, the FBI has gradually admitted to possession of several thousand pages of documents about Seth, his work laptop, an image of his personal laptop, and another DVD. Nonetheless, on June 15, 2026, I had to file yet another motion (https://t.co/FsVfNU9rMo) explaining how the FBI is withholding records in violation of court orders.
If the FBI is still fighting transparency so hard on other fronts (and it is), then why would it acknowledge that records about Seth had been hidden in the SCIF? I don’t know. Maybe Joe DiGenova’s grand jury investigation in Miami is putting some heat on the players in DC?
I can tell you this much for sure: nobody on Capitol Hill has been willing to touch this subject with a ten-foot pole. The murder of Seth Rich – and the resulting cover-up – is as radioactive as any topic I’ve ever seen. I hope that changes soon, and I’ll post updates as soon as I know more.
BTW, I’m not suicidal. I feel great.
That ol' Rascal. He really got himself into something deep this time. A lofty motivating thing for sure, and that'd be the Word of God. That goodly critter spent a some time with @WarPath2pt0 and his Iron Counsel and they've been in Matthew and Luke meditatin' on lost sheep. That got Rascal thinking there might be a shepherd out there in need of a new piece to keep back the wolves and he has made his decision.
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🚨 SEC. RFK JR JUST DROPPED A BOMBSHELL:
"[They] charged us $6,000 a month for that hospice patient. How did we detect them all? Because the patients NEVER DIED."
"Hospices in Los Angeles — we've shut down 500 of them. We have not gotten *ONE CALL* from a congressperson or one call from a patient."
"Why? Because those hospices did not exist."
Gavin Newsom allowed this
One of the richest men in all of America signed the Declaration of Independence knowing it could cost him everything. Then he left home to serve, died far away in a borrowed town, and never came back. Meet Philip Livingston.
This guy was not a scrappy underdog. Just the opposite. He was born in 1716 into the Livingston family, one of the wealthiest, most powerful dynasties in colonial New York. Manor lands, a Yale education, and a shipping empire he built into one of the biggest merchant fortunes in New York City. He had everything the British system was designed to reward.
And he spent that fortune building things that still exist. He helped found King's College, which you know today as Columbia University. He helped start the New York Society Library. He helped create the New York Chamber of Commerce. The man was basically constructing the civic backbone of New York with his own money and time.
Here's the thing though. He was not some hothead revolutionary. He actually feared independence. He worried it would bring chaos and disorder, and he was cautious about the whole idea for a long time. This wasn't a man itching to burn it all down.
But when New York finally gave its delegates the go-ahead, Livingston signed. He put the name of one of the great fortunes in America onto a document the crown treated as treason. A rich man betting his wealth against the empire that made him rich.
And the war came straight for him. When the British took New York, they seized and used his properties. He started selling off his holdings to help fund the fight, watching the empire he'd defied pick apart the life he'd built.
Then comes the ending that gets me. His health was failing, and he knew it. Congress had been driven out of Philadelphia and was meeting in the small town of York, Pennsylvania. Livingston could have gone home to rest. Instead he told his family he probably wouldn't see them again, and he went to York to keep serving anyway.
He died there in June 1778, in the middle of a session of Congress, far from home. He's buried in York, Pennsylvania to this day. He never made it back to the New York he spent his whole life building.
A man who had every reason to stay comfortable and loyal, who gave his fortune and his final months to a country he wasn't even sure would work.
Philip Livingston. He died at his post, a long way from home.