My2Cents

Conservative Pro Israel Keep your hands out of my pocket Won't waste ammo on warning shots #2ndA NCSU WOLFPACK Followed by @proxcee

[My2Cents @HappiKamper]

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[TONY™ @TONYxTWO]

This is the America I know 🇺🇸🙏🏼

[The Kash Inn @TJKashin]

In January 1991, Norman Schwarzkopf knew the exact number of body bags the Pentagon had ordered in anticipation of the coming ground campaign. He was 56 years old, and he had been handed a responsibility no American commander had carried since the Second World War: more than half a million soldiers from 34 nations, arrayed across the Arabian desert, waiting to be pointed at one of the most battle hardened armies on the planet.
Saddam Husseins forces had spent eight years fighting Iran. They had fortified every approach into Kuwait with mines, trenches, and pre aimed artillery, all built on a single assumption: that when the Americans arrived, they would come straight through the front door.
Schwarzkopf had no intention of using the front door.
He had learned something during two tours in Vietnam that desk generals never quite grasp. He had been decorated three times with the Silver Star for gallantry under direct fire. The most famous of those moments came in May 1970, when he received word that soldiers under his command had stumbled into a minefield. He flew in by helicopter and found the men trapped, with a wounded soldier lying on the ground screaming and a very real danger that the mans panic would cause him to set off another mine. Schwarzkopf crawled across the minefield to the wounded soldier, pinning him down safely so another man could splint his shattered leg.
Believe me, it wasnt a heroic act, he said later. It was something that somebody had to do, and I was the man in charge. Because of experiences like that, he knew, in a way that cannot be taught in a classroom, exactly what he was about to ask his soldiers to do.
For six weeks before a single ground soldier moved, coalition aircraft worked methodically. They struck command centers, severed supply lines, silenced communication networks, and systematically blinded the Iraqi military, all while Iraqi generals watched the Kuwaiti border and waited for the frontal assault they were certain was coming.
It was not coming.
Instead, two hundred thousand soldiers and thousands of armored vehicles moved west, deep into the open desert. They moved at night, in total electronic silence, far away from cameras and away from every position the Iraqi army had spent months preparing to defend. All the while, the Iraqi generals kept their eyes fixed on the coast.
When the ground war finally began on February 24, 1991, coalition forces were already hundreds of miles to the west. They swept through open terrain no one had bothered to defend, drove deep into Iraq, pivoted east, and struck the Republican Guard from behind. Every escape route was already closed.
The ground war lasted just 100 hours. One of the largest armies in the world collapsed in a mere four days of combat. Kuwait was liberated, and coalition casualties were a tiny fraction of the numbers that had been feared.
The Left Hook, Schwarzkopfs famous flanking maneuver, is still studied at war colleges today, and military historians still marvel at its elegance.
Six months later, the offers poured in: Senate seats, presidential conversations, corporate boards, and television contracts. The full machinery of American celebrity was pointed directly at the man who had just won the most precisely executed military campaign in a generation.
Yet, he retired in August 1991, moved to Tampa, Florida, and went fishing. He wrote just one memoir, It Doesnt Take a Hero, published in 1992, and gave a small number of speeches. He did not spend the following decades reminding the world of what he had achieved. He had led, he had brought his people home, and the job was finished.
Norman Schwarzkopf died on December 27, 2012, in Tampa, Florida, at the age of 78, from complications of pneumonia. Veterans mourned him, and military historians wrote long assessments of his career. His ashes were buried at the West Point Cemetery alongside those of his father, another general, also named H. Norman Schwarzkopf, who had famously directed the investigation of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping in the 1930s.
The operational records of Operation Desert Storm are preserved in military archives. His name is on all of them, quietly and permanently, because a record like his doesnt require his presence to stand.

[My2Cents @HappiKamper]

@kelly_ques My husband, my son-in-law & Rambo

[Lisalovesshells @lisalovesshells]

Create one of the best selling albums of all time due to the cheating that was going on between all the band members.

[Music over time🎻 @Peal8888]

Younger generations don’t understand what a beast of a songwriter this man was. He would write 5 No.1 hits while you were on your 15-min coffee break.

[the thicc husband & father @lukeisamazing]

it’s a sign of deep respect in our culture

[ARMY1325AIR @army1325air]

The first bottle of Coca-Cola from 1894 contained around 3.5 grams of cocaine. Explains why our parents & grandparents could walk to & from school, uphill, both ways, in the snow.

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

With profound sorrow, we mourn the passing of one of America's Greatest Generation, WWII hero Ray Curtis, who has left us at the remarkable age of 109. Ray passed away peacefully at an assisted living facility in Minot, leaving behind a legacy that will never be forgotten.🕊️🇺🇸

Born on February 11, 1917, in Portal, North Dakota, Ray moved to Minot with his family in 1927 and graduated from Minot High School in 1935. He went on to answer his nation's call, serving with honor in the United States Army for five years, first as an enlisted soldier and later as a commissioned officer, including service overseas during one of history's darkest chapters.

Ray's life was a testament to courage, sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering patriotism. Across more than a century, he witnessed the world change in extraordinary ways, yet his legacy remained rooted in humility, duty, and love of country.

Today, we don't simply remember a veteran, we honor a hero whose service helped preserve the freedoms generations continue to enjoy. His story reminds us that true heroes never seek recognition; they earn it through selfless acts and steadfast devotion.

Thank you, Ray Curtis, for your extraordinary service, your sacrifice, and your lifetime of example. Your watch has ended, but your legacy will endure in the hearts of a grateful nation.

Rest in Peace, Sir. You will never be forgotten.
Remarkable long life wasn’t it?

[JWF @JammieWF]

@AbakpaJob African moron has thoughts.

Precious.

[Kurt Schlichter @KurtSchlichter]

I don’t want to live in a democracy. I want to live in a republic. And if you want to change that, you’re going to have to get guns and make us. We’re willing to die to stay free. What are you willing to risk to try to enslave us?

[Sean Spicer @seanspicer]

Networks broadcasting on public airways apparently don’t think it’s in the public interest to hear from their president

So @PressSec should stop calling on them in briefings and yank them from the press pool

[TA @BES_5_FNR]

@politico Blanche should instead meet with all of the constituents Tillis has victimized by pretending to be a conservative

[My2Cents @HappiKamper]

@1Nicdar Name brand sodas

[Hillbilly @JamesHu27192912]

"I can't wait till I'm grown!" has to be the dumbest thing I ever said!

[🐻 Mary Elizabeth ⚾️ #FlyTheW @marychastain]

She got @GayPatriot ‘s plate!

[My2Cents @HappiKamper]

@Ezinger44 I’m so sorry for your loss 🩷

[LHGrey™️ @Grey_0G]

Erika...

You said the only word that needed saying.

You looked into the machine and told the person who once called herself family to Stop.

They kept filming anyway.

I know the particular hell of holding someone while the blood leaves them.

I know how the smell of iron settles into the back of the throat and never fully leaves.

I know how the nervous system rewires itself so that ordinary rooms become battlefields and ordinary silence becomes unbearable.

I know what it costs to choose efficiency over collapse five days after the world has been torn open...because collapse, in those first weeks, can feel like a permanent decision.

Your composure when you addressed the people who worked with your husband was not “off-putting.”

It was armor forged in the same fire that took him.

It was the decision to keep the lights on in the house while the body was still warm.

The pathology that attacks you for refusing to perform your devastation on its schedule cannot tolerate a widow who withholds the supply.

Malignant narcissism requires the frame.

It requires the wounded to remain useful...visible in their brokenness, grateful for the attention, small enough that the predator can stay central.

When you said stop, you withdrew the oxygen.

That is why the series did not end.

That is why it followed you into the preliminary hearing.

That is why your every breath is now treated as evidence in someone else’s private theater.

They do not understand...or they understand perfectly and choose the grift anyway...that grief forged in political assassination does not owe anyone a script.

It does not owe visible tears on command.

It does not owe the vultures continued access to the body.

Charlie Kirk built something with ideas and fight and young people who still believed argument mattered.

He did not build a spectacle that devours its own widows for content.

History keeps a brutal ledger on those who feed on the grief of the fallen.

The Furies do not negotiate.

Nemesis does not require belief to arrive.

The ones who turn assassination into ongoing entertainment eventually choke on the very narrative they manufactured.

This is not mystical karma.

It is the simple mechanics of a soul that made exploitation its only reliable fuel.

When the supply is withdrawn...when the widow simply refuses to keep bleeding for the camera...the machine begins to consume itself.

We are watching that happen in real time.

But here is the most important part of what I have to say to you Erika...

You are not alone in this.

There are more of us than the loud ones.

People who loved what Charlie stood for. People who understand that a widow’s first and only duty in the immediate aftermath is to survive, not to entertain.

People who will not reward the cannibalism.

People who see exactly what it costs you to carry his name while someone tries to make your survival itself suspicious.

I am one of them.

A woman forged in the same blood and iron.

I am not backing down.

Neither are the thousands who are watching this with the same protective rage and the same disgust at what has been done to you in his name.

Your “Stop.” was not weakness.

It was the line in the sand. It was the moment the mask slipped for everyone still capable of seeing.

Keep walking. Keep leading. Keep refusing the script they wrote for your pain.

We are still here.

With the ferocity of those who know exactly what was taken from you and who will not let the vultures rewrite it... And so much love...

Grey, and thousands of others.

@ErikaKirk @AndrewColvet

[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

I used to fill my red solo cup with a mix drink made in someone's bathtub...

There's just no way this diarrhea lettuce is taking
me out….

[Dr. Lucky Tran @luckytran]

In capitalist America, Taco Bell is our CDC and Waffle House is our weather alert system.