Fierce_F8th

USAF Veteran. Jesus, Family, Country. May we weather this storm. 🙏✝️

[Prettypeachylife @Linzie224]

Becoming a mom is the most precious and wonderful thing. It helps us become more introspective vs being self absorbed.

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

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[Cats of Meow York. @u9jqt136972jdjc]

🚨 URGENT HELP 😭💔
We rescued this poor kitty today after finding him badly burned on the street. He is now receiving emergency care and fighting for his life.

Any help, share, or kind words can give him hope and a second chance. Please keep him in your hearts. Link in bio ❤️🐾

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

For sure!

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

Jail....right now! And NO contact ever again!

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

Oh my Goodness! This is the Sweetest thing! That those boys knew who to seek for protection and bowed their little heads in a doorway. Proof positive that even a pastors voice over a Ring camera can provide comfort and guidance. 🙏🥹

[KAT @reallKAT]

Now this is the content that needs to go viral… please watch to the end!! 🥹❤️❤️

[Anish Moonka @anishmoonka]

Researchers at Fred Hutchinson examined the brains of 59 women after death. In 63 percent of them they found male DNA, almost certainly left behind by a son. The oldest of those women was 94, and the cells were still sitting there.

Around week four or five of pregnancy, before most women have told anyone, a handful of the baby's cells cross into the mother's bloodstream. Some of them never leave. Scientists call it microchimerism, meaning you are carrying a few of another person's cells inside you. Doctors at Leiden University in the Netherlands checked organs from women who had recently been pregnant and found the baby's cells in every single one. Liver, lungs, thyroid, kidneys, bone marrow, skin, heart.

They do not sit idle. When researchers in Ireland biopsied cesarean scars from 70 women, they found the baby's cells living in the skin as ordinary skin cells, making collagen and repair proteins right at the cut. The child helped close the wound its own birth made.

At Mount Sinai, scientists tagged fetal cells with a glowing marker in pregnant mice, then damaged the mothers' hearts. The fetal cells went to the injury. They became heart muscle and the lining of blood vessels. Nobody has proven the human version yet, but doctors have noticed for years that women who develop heart failure around childbirth recover better than almost any other kind of heart failure patient.

In a study of 177 women, fetal cells appeared in the blood of 85 percent of the healthy participants and only 64 percent of the women who had a very early, non-invasive breast cancer. Nobody has worked out yet whether the cells are doing the protecting. The same cells also turn up in Hashimoto's, an immune condition that attacks the thyroid, so this is a gift with complications.

A French team looked at umbilical cord blood in 2021 and found cells belonging to the baby's grandmother in 5 of 28 samples. Cells that crossed one placenta decades earlier had crossed a second one. Three generations of women, alive in a single bloodstream.

Which means the pull a mother feels toward her child has a physical form. It sits in her liver, her heart, and often her brain, and it stays there for the rest of her life.

https://t.co/zy6gM4x5tl

[Bobby D🎙 @robertdunlap947]

Imagine if they ACTUALLY TAUGHT THE TRUE HISTORY IN SCHOOLS😳! Did you know that each slave was given 40 acres by Lincoln as reparations and after he was shot the Demonrats took that away from them🤬! Go look it up community notes🇺🇸

[TONY™ @TONYxTWO]

Double amputee Marine saves American flag from the interstate

No hesitation. No waiting for someone else. Just a man with two prosthetic legs walking into the grass, picking it up, and treating it with the respect it deserves while traffic flies by.

This is America 🇺🇸🙏🏼

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

@TONYxTWO 🥹🇺🇸

[Thundercat 🇨🇦🇷🇺 @Thundercattttt0]

Interesting story I learned today about Islam why they dislike dogs.

At night Muhammed would wait for the Angel Gabriel to visit him. The 1 night, the Angel didn't show, he heard a dog bark. So he assumed it was the dogs fault.

Later when he met the Angel, the Angel told him that he doesn't enter a home with a dog. So Muhammed ordered all the dogs killed.

The reason is, dogs can sense demons and the demon was impersonating the Angel Gabriel.

There's your Islam story of the day.

[🇺🇸RealRobert🇺🇸 @Real_RobN]

This👇👇 right here👇👇

IS THE SINGLE GREATEST CRIME EVER PERPETRATED AGAINST THE AMERICAN PEOPLE:

Border Czar Tom Homan: “No one ever talks about it. I’ll talk about it.”

“Why did they release people into the interior of the United States rather than put them in an ICE bed? Why not put them in an empty ICE bed—$127 a night—rather than a hotel at $500 a night?

The Biden-Harris Terrorist Administration did it on purpose. If you put them in an ICE detention bed, they get a hearing in 35 days.”

It was malicious. It was coordinated. It was by design, and it is an ongoing conspiracy by the Democrats to overthrow the constitutional republic of the United States.

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

Some Muslim “scholar” in a robe just declared that dogs are filthy enemies of the prophet, that angels refuse to enter your house if you own one, and that keeping a pet dog is haram and will get you punished by Allah.

Cool story, bro.

My dogs sleep on my bed, protect my house, make my kids laugh, and have more loyalty in one paw than your entire ideology has in its entire history.

I’ll take muddy paws, wet-nose greetings, and unconditional love over your desert superstitions any day of the week.

Dogs are family.

Your take is trash!

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

That was fascinating to read! I had no idea...

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Iceland has a breed of sheep that nobody breeds for meat, because for a thousand years it has been bred for one quality only. Judgement.

They are called forystufe. Leader sheep. Taller, longer in the leg, narrower through the body, oddly marked, and always at the front, with their heads up while the rest of the flock has its head down. When they move, the flock moves. Nobody votes.

A proven leader sold for two or three times the price of a good sheep. Bloodlines became famous. When a great one died, the farm kept the head.

And the claim attached to them sounds like folklore until you read the records. They know the weather is coming, sometimes a full day out. If the leader will not leave the barn on a morning that looks perfectly fine, you do not move the flock. Farmers arranged their winters around the opinion of a sheep, and wrote it down as fact.

Autumn round-up, 1884. A large flock is being driven across the interior when a blizzard comes down on open sand and rock. Every landmark goes. You cannot pitch a tent on that ground and turning back is worse than going on.

At the front is a ram called Surtur, from Svinavatn, already known as a superior leader. The fjallkongur, the man running the round-up, makes a decision. He hands the whole thing to the sheep and tells his men to stay together.

A third of the way across, Surtur stops, turns, and walks back down through the flock to find the men. His face is packed solid with ice and he cannot see. They clear it. He returns to the front and walks back into the weather.

He comes back for the same service several more times that night. Nobody has to fetch him.

Then he stops and will not move at all. The men feel about and find grass under their boots, which tells them they are off the desert and nothing else whatsoever.

At dawn the storm eases and they work out where they are.

They are standing on the exact spot the round-up stops every year after crossing the sands. Surtur had halted there since he was a lamb. Afterwards the fjallkongur told his owner that without the ram, men would have died out there as well as sheep.

There are fewer than 1,500 leader sheep left, all of them descended from one district in the north east. Iceland recognised them as a breed of their own in 2017. There is a small museum out there, run by a local teacher, with the heads of the great ones on the wall and a coffee blend named after the animals. The saying on the wall is that if you wear clothes made from their wool, you will always find your way home.

Genetic work has since confirmed they really are distinct from every other Icelandic sheep. The folklore was right. Folklore usually is, out where the weather kills people.

No laboratory. No pedigree software. No genome. Just farmer after farmer, century after century, watching which animal was at the front when the light went, and breeding from that one.

A thousand years of selecting a sheep for its judgement, and at the end of it they built it a museum.

And here we are, in the country that calls them stupid.

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands.

Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms.

He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet.

Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered.

They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut.

And everything you've ever done went in with Him.
Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The
lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone.

The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different.

That man was buried with Christ.

Stone sealed. Done.
Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone.
Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark.

Then the stone moved.
And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done
with the clothes he used to wear.
Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing.
Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean.

That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week.
Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him.
You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back.
The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years
ago.
Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded.

Walk out.

[Tock @yvan_theriault]

🐝 🐝🐝
Saviez-vous qu’une cuillerée de miel suffit à maintenir une personne en vie pendant 24 heures
Saviez-vous qu’une des premières pièces de monnaie au monde portait le symbole d’une abeille
Saviez-vous que le miel contient des enzymes vivantes
La meilleure façon de manger du miel est avec une cuillère en bois; si vous n’en trouvez pas, utilisez une cuillère en plastique.
Saviez-vous que le miel contient une substance qui aide le cerveau à mieux fonctionner
Saviez-vous que le miel est l’un des rares aliments de la planète qui peut à lui seul soutenir la vie humaine
Saviez-vous que les abeilles ont sauvé des personnes de la faim en Afrique
Saviez-vous que le propolis produit par les abeilles est l’un des antibiotiques naturels les plus puissants
Saviez-vous que le miel n’a pas de date d’expiration
Saviez-vous que les corps de certains des plus grands empereurs étaient enterrés dans des objets en or et recouverts de miel pour éviter la décomposition
Saviez-vous que le terme « lune de miel » vient de la tradition des époux de consommer du miel pour la fertilité après le mariage
Saviez-vous qu’une abeille vit moins de 40 jours, visite au moins 1 000 fleurs et produit moins d’une cuillère à café de miel, mais pour elle c’est une vie de travail
Merci, précieuses abeilles...

[QThestorm @17QStorm]

🚨JAKE LANG JUST TORCHED DEARBORN CITY HALL LIVE

He walked into the council chamber in full tactical gear and told every Muslim official and resident in the room the quiet part out loud:

“President Trump, send ICE into Dearborn! They have overstayed their visas!”
“Respectfully, get the F out of my country. We don’t want you here.”
“We will eat your shawarma in Somalia, OK?”
“They are looking to destroy everything that makes America great.”
“We have been taken over without a single shot fired! You will never eat like us, build buildings like us.”
“There are 53 Muslim-majority countries. In all of them it is tyranny, destruction, sh*thole living. We have to call it what it is!”

“America first, America only… Jesus is King.”

The room erupted. The faces on the dais said everything.

This is what happens when Americans finally stop apologizing and start telling the truth in the open.

The rest of the country is next if we stay silent.

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

Please keep sharing updates on life with Gerald and his crow army. They make my day. Question: how did you come up with the name Gerald for him?

[Bexxy @Bexxy__19]

UPDATE ON GERALD AND HIS MURDER

I apologize for the lack of update yesterday. Work was a total shit show. I was absurdly pissed off. My patience was beaten harder than a metal chair being used in an MMA fight. And quite frankly I did not have the emotional capacity to withstand the participation in the mafia efforts of Gerald and his gaggle of murderous bandits.

To my dismay Gerald knew...he knew all of it.

How do I know you may ask...

Well today there was no egregious demands.

There was no nuts, or thievery.

No shiny objects brought forth onto my property.

And no seemingly aggressive negotiations held.

Gerald and his bevy of raven-black feathered Soldiers simply...

watched.

From the power lines.

From the fence posts.

And one from the rooftop across the alleyway, which quite honestly, felt unnecessarily tactical in my opinion; but I digress.

No problems were caused.

Just observation.

They were scouting.

Studying my movements....where I was going...how i interacted with my neighbors...just watching me from afar.

Waiting to see what my next move would be.

Somehow, this was much more concerning.

Time had passed and then Gerald came and sat next to me.

I sat too.

We suddenly found ourselves staring at one another for quite sometime.

Quietly learning...about ourselves, about one another.

Gerald nodded.

I nodded.

Gerald "hmmm"

I "hmmm" in response.

We began the negotiation proceedings.

The conversation was long. Complicated even.

Honestly, the negotiations took several turns, raveling back and forth.

Gerald "caw"

Me "mmm"

Gerald "coo"

Me "mmm hmmm"

Then a comfortable silence fell between us once more.

It was the kind of silence of two souls that have seen heinous shit and understand that somethings just don't need to be spoken aloud but in silence they acknowledge.

After several minutes, and suspense filling the air...

Gerald looked off into the distance.

I also looked into the distance.

Gerald looked back towards me.

I looked back towards Gerald.

He nodded, ever so slowly.

I nodded back.

A consensus had been made.

To what?

I have no fucking clue.

Whatever it was, we are both ready to die for it.

Then Gerald fled.

I thought the meeting had been adjourned.

I was was in fact wrong.

Because 3 minutes later, Gerald returns with a twig.

Another crown appears with a twig.

Then another.

And another.

At this point I sat perfectly still because when a harmonized murder of crows start devising something right in front of your eyes, interrupting feels like the beginnings of a curse.

They designed the twigs into what can only best be described as the utmost shittiest looking crown one should ever see. It was beautiful.

Gerald nudged it towards me.

I stared for a moment longer, and in a whisper asked "Gerald, is this for me?"

Gerald "CAWWW"

Naturally...I put it on.

Then Gerald bowed his tiny fucking head.

The entire power line erupted in what I hope was cheering...could have been screaming, or a declaration of a full on war with the next county.

But the ceremony was complete.

They named me King.

No, not Queen.

KING.

I made no effort to correct them.

Who the fuck am I to question Crow Law? I think the fuck not.

I stood upon my newly acquired Army of Avion Species, and with my newly crafted crown of which made by twigs, leaves and what I seriously hope to be string...

and performed my first official act as Supreme.

I grabbed the Good Spoon, and hovered over Gerald's majestic feathered wings...

and said "By the power irresponsibly and most certain mistakenly granted to me by this Order, I hereby knight thee General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of thine Power Line, Collector of Nuts, First General of the Crow Army, and Right Hand to the King."

Gerald bowed.

I bowed.

The Army squawked.

and then....

Every fucking one of them fled.

In the same fucking direction.

Gerald stayed beside me.

If only for a moment.

He stared at me.

Bored deep into my soul.

Gave one final nod.

and then, he flew in the direction our Army went.

I don't know where they went.

I have absolutely no idea what I fucking agreed upon.
I'm unsure why they needed a King?
I do not have any clue as to what Gerald is plotting.

So in conclusion:

Yesterday, Gerald was a mob boss out for blood.

Today, he gathered intelligence.

and tomorrow...

WE FUCKING RIDE!

To where? I'll leave you shiny bungholes to guess.

I better go stalk up on some fucking walnuts.

Chao!

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

UC Davis tested 54 packaged foods sold as made with avocado oil last month. Forty-eight were cut with something cheaper.

93 per cent of chips labelled 100 per cent pure avocado oil.

71 per cent of the mayonnaise. Among American-made jars, every one.

Every salad dressing tested. Not one passed.

The same lab found in 2020 that 82 per cent of bottled avocado oil was rancid or adulterated, and three bottles marked extra virgin were essentially neat soybean oil.

Supermarket own-brands, tested in 2024. Seventy per cent failed.

Olive oil has run the same racket for longer. The European Commission's own review names the most common fraud in the sector as blending sunflower, corn, rapeseed and palm into olive oil and selling it as olive oil.

They add chlorophyll and beta-carotene so it looks right in the bottle.

In India the target is ghee. Delhi police seized 1,625 kilos last October. Cheap refined oil heated with vanaspati, flavoured, coloured, tinned to resemble the real brands.

Spain, 1981. Industrial rapeseed oil, denatured with aniline, deodorised and sold in unmarked drums as olive oil.

Twenty thousand fell ill. Three hundred died in the first year.

Now notice the direction every one of those frauds runs in.

Butter has never been cut with soybean oil. Nobody has ever watered down beef dripping.

Seed oil costs fifty cents a pound. The fat you thought you were buying costs five dollars.

So the premium you pay to avoid it is the exact margin that funds putting it in.

And there is still no enforceable legal standard for avocado oil in America.

The word means whatever the bottler decides it means.

[Fierce_F8th @Fierce_F8th]

@atensnut Oh, in a heartbeat!!

[Riya Ghosh @Riyaghoshm]

In The Freezing Cold A Kind Person Risked His Own Life To Rescue A Dog Trapped In The Snow.

His Courage And Compassion Prove That Humanity Still Shines In The Coldest Moments