Gas in Texas: $3.59
Gas in Los Angeles: $8.59
The Sacramento machine is GOUGING working people who drive their cars and trucks hours a day.
That all ends when I’m governor. We’ll deliver real relief to Californians by bringing gas down to $3.00! ☀️👊
Democratic Socialist Daraliza Avila Chevalier is a founder of CUAD, an organization with stated intentions to “undermine and eradicate America,” through the use of “violence in America.”
She’s now the Democrat nominee for NY-13.
Last month, we put the open borders industrial complex on notice—fraudulent asylum claims would result in fines against attorneys. Today we fined an attorney over $255k for filing multiple fraudulent claims on behalf of Indian nationals. https://t.co/tqskAzbRjM
I did not give up my US citizenship rights when I moved to California. Nor my voting rights. I DEMAND that the Federal government protect my right to vote for Spencer Pratt. Not years from now. But today. Send in Federal marshals to count the votes.
🚨 THIS IS DISGUSTING. What we’re watching in California is election corruption in plain sight.
NBC just admitted it: “They’d need a flood of ballots coming in the wee hours of the morning to lift both Dems above (R) Steve Hilton.”
While Florida and Texas had clear results on election night, California drags it out with mysterious late-night ballot dumps.
This isn’t democracy. This is how a corrupt one-party state cheats to stay in power.
Enough.
If Republicans like John Thune actually fought back and demanded real election integrity reforms — paper ballots, same-day counting, voter ID, no more hidden mail-ins — we could stop this.
Californians deserve better. Steve Hilton is fighting for real change. Share if you’re tired of the games.
#StopTheStealCA #HiltonForGovernor #ElectionIntegrityNow
A message to every Chad Bianco supporter:
I respect your support for Chad, but there is now no possibility of two Republicans in the top 2.
In fact, there’s a real risk of two Democrats. At this point that’s what a vote for Chad could bring about.
This is not personal, it’s about saving California. Let’s do that together.
Mosques are popping up like a fungus in every city in the U.S. Yet so many Americans are asking why are they stopping traffic to “pray” in the streets. It’s not about prayer, folks. It’s a declaration of war. The invaders are declaring their ownership.
THUNE HAS NO POWER TO CONTROL THE SENATE
Senate Majority Leader John Thune’s day-to-day power does not come from the Constitution, It comes from customs, traditions, and The Garner Precedent 1937
This concentration of power in one Senator
limits debate, blocks amendments, and reduces the Senate’s ability to function as the Founders intended creating overreach gatekeeping bills, limiting amendments, and protecting the leader’s agenda
Consequences of This System, Power is centralized in one senator, the Majority Leader Thune
Individual Senators have far less ability to offer amendments or force debate
The Vice President (currently JD Vance) holds the constitutional role of President of the Senate. The Founders designed this role specifically to prevent the Senate from being run solely by its own members and party factions
The Vice President should actively preside more often and use the powers the Constitution provides including the ability to manage the floor and allow simple-majority action on certain procedural matters to restore balance and prevent one senator (THUNE) from dominating the chamber, allow Senators to actually advocate for their Constituents
Any senator can rise, address the chair first, and make a motion to proceed to the bill
The only thing stopping them is the 1937 Garner precedent
How to overturn it (simple process)
✅A senator seeks recognition and is ignored in favor of the leader
✅The senator raises a point of order citing Rule XIX.
✅The Senate votes (simple majority) on whether to sustain the rule
Rule XIX says the Presiding Officer shall recognize the senator who first rises and addresses him treating all senators as equals. The Garner Precedent overrides this for the Majority Leader
Modern Senate Majority Leader’s Power Is Not Constitutional
The modern dominance of the Senate Majority Leader does not come from the Constitution. It comes from a 1937 custom that has expanded well beyond what the Founders intended
The Constitution never mentions party Majority Leader or Minority Leader. These powerful roles were invented later by the Senate itself. Through custom and precedent not by law or constitutional amendment, these unofficial positions gradually assumed control over most floor management and legislative scheduling
What the Constitution Actually Says
Article I, Section 3: The Vice President is the President of the Senate
Article I, Section 5: The Senate can make its own rules and choose its officers
The Founders deliberately placed the Vice President (an outsider to the Senate’s membership) in the presiding chair as a check against pure insider control by Senators
John Adams through the 1950s, Vice Presidents regularly presided over the Senate. Starting in the 1950s and accelerating under Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson, the VP’s role shifted toward being a presidential advisor
The Garner Precedent (1937) Real Source of Modern Power
In August 1937, Vice President John Nance Garner announced that when multiple senators sought recognition at the same time, he would recognize the Majority Leader first, then the Minority Leader
Because of the Garner Precedent, the Majority Leader controls
✅Motions to proceed decides what legislation reaches the floor
✅Filling the amendment tree offers multiple amendments to block other senators from offering their own
✅Unanimous Consent Agreements (UCAs) sets time limits on debate and restricts amendments
✅Daily floor schedule controls what gets debated and when
✅Strategic use of cloture to cut off debate
Most real power in today’s Senate comes from these customs and precedents, not from written rules
The Senate has moved from a highly deliberative body toward a leadership-controlled institution
With everything we are hearing right now about ticks this seems like good information to share.
“Here’s what I’ve learned after more ticks than I care to count.
First, whatever your uncle told you, forget it. No matches. No nail polish. No Vaseline. No soap on a cotton ball. All of those do the same terrible thing, they stress the tick out, and a stressed tick empties its gut back into the bite before letting go. Which, if you think about what that actually means for a second, is literally how Lyme and the rest get transmitted so you’re not speeding up its exit. You’re making it throw up into you.
Fine-tipped tweezers. Grip right where the mouthparts enter the skin, not the body, the head. Pull straight up, steady, no twisting, no jerking. It’ll feel like it’s resisting because it is, the mouthparts are barbed. Just keep the pressure on and it lets go in a few seconds. If a piece breaks off in the skin, leave it alone. Your body pushes splinters out. Digging around with a needle does more damage then the fragment ever would.
Clean it with alcohol or soap. Wash your hands.
Now here’s the part most people skip: don’t flush the tick.
Tape it to an index card. Clear packing tape right over the body, write the date and where on your body it was, and stick the card in a drawer. If you come down with anything weird in the next 30 days, rash, fever, joint pain, that flu-that-isn’t-flu feeling, that tick goes with you to the doctor. Some labs will test the tick itself, which is faster and often more reliable than waiting for antibodies to show up in your own blood. A dated tick taped to a card is one of the most useful things you can hand a doctor who’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.
The other thing worth saying out loud: if the tick was engorged when you pulled it, and you can’t swear it was off your body within 24 hours, call your doctor that same day. Don’t wait for a rash. Fewer than three out of four Lyme cases even produce the classic bullseye. A single preventive dose of doxycycline within 72 hours of a deer tick bite cuts the Lyme odds way down, and most docs in tick country will write that prescription without giving you a hard time, especially if you walk in with the tick taped to a card and a clear timeline.”
Ok @ScottforFlorida@SenRickScott
You've got the gavel today at 3:30 at Senate Pro Forma Session today...
Howley showed his weakness yesterday...
You've been backing Trump and making Florida Proud...
You Gavel in and out in 3 mins with zero of Trump's appointments made and zero backing of Trump's agenda...
You will be the same slimy F'ing Senator as Fuck John Thune...
Do Your Fucking Job Today Rick...it is not to appease Thune or all these senators with liberal donators...
We are Fucking Over It...Make a Difference Rick...
Stand up for the people...not the traitors in the Senate making money off the backs of the US Tax Payers....
DO IT!
LFG...
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She Escaped War, But Found No Safety: Remembering Iryna Zarutska
Iryna Zarutska was only 23. She fled Ukraine in 2022, running from b*mbs and war, carrying hope for a new beginning in America. She dreamed of peace, safety, and a chance to live without fear.
On August 22, 2025, while riding the Lynx Blue Line train in Charlotte, North Carolina, her dreams were stolen. A man suddenly attacked her, ending her life in the most brutal way.
Iryna's family is shattered, asking why safety failed her again. She left behind love, strength, and unfulfilled promise. She deserved protection, not another act of violence.
Let us remember Iryna - not for how her life ended, but for the hope she carried.
Never forgot 🙏
Gavin Newsom is telling Californians to boycott Chevron because they're "ripping you off."
Today:
- Chevron, L.A. County CA: $6.39
- Chevron, Jackson County MS: $3.99
It's not the oil companies ripping us off in California, it's Gavin Newsom and the Democrats. Vote for change!
On this Memorial Day Monday…
while the grills fire up and the flags snap half-heartedly in the suburban breeze…stop.
Cease the rote pageantry and confront the ledger scrawled in arterial red, the precise, unyielding calculus by which this Republic was purchased and continues to be insured. Not by the hollow rhetoric of politicians chasing votes, nor by the cheap pieties of civilians who have never heard incoming fire.
No.
It was purchased by men…young, clear-eyed, lethal…who chose the muzzle flash over the couch, who traded their finite pulse for the infinite continuation of ordered liberty under law.
They understood, in their marrow, what most never will: freedom is not a participation trophy handed out at birth. It is a blood tariff, paid in advance by a warrior caste that steps forward when the rest of the nation prefers to scroll.
History does not whisper this truth; it screams it across every theater of American arms. From the slaughter pens of Antietam, where 23,000 fell in a single September day and the cornfields ran crimson, to the black volcanic sand of Iwo Jima, where Marines clawed inch by bloody inch against an enemy sworn to fight to the last man.
From the frozen meat grinder of Chosin Reservoir…where Marines fought through -30 degrees and Chinese human-wave assaults, leaving their dead stacked like cordwood under the snow…to the dust-choked passes of Korengal Valley, where a new generation traded lead with fanatics who measured time in IED detonations.
Add Gettysburg’s corpse-choked fields, the hedgerows of Normandy where Rangers scaled Pointe du Hoc under machine-gun fire, the Ia Drang where air cavalry met the NVA in the first great test of helicopter warfare, the streets of Fallujah where urban combat turned houses into kill zones.
These were not accidents of history.
They were deliberate transactions: young men who looked into the void of probable death, ran the numbers, and signed the check anyway.
They did not die for “democracy” as some hollow slogan peddled by cable-news anchors.
They died enforcing the lethal arithmetic that the Republic endures only because someone, somewhere, was willing to kill and be killed so the rest could argue about it in safety.
Psychology does not lie, and it is merciless here.
The vast majority of citizens operate under a comfortable delusion, anesthetized by prosperity they never earned and shielded by oceans and oceans of other people’s blood.
Cognitive dissonance is their armor: they enjoy the fruits of empire while scorning the imperial guard that secured them.
They virtue-signal about “peace” from air-conditioned rooms, never once reckoning with the raw transaction cost.
Meanwhile, the few who volunteered for the meat grinder…the ones who raised their right hand and meant it…understood the final, existential bargain. They stared down mortality without flinching, calculated the price of continuance, and paid it in full.
That is not romantic sentiment; it is the highest form of realism. The rest of us are merely beneficiaries…soft, distracted, often ungrateful heirs to a patrimony of controlled ferocity.
We sleep soundly because they did not.
To the forgetful, the revisionists, the parlor-room critics who treat Memorial Day as just another long weekend of beer and sales circulars: your indifference is venom, but it is weak, diluted venom, the kind that only poisons the soul of the nation that tolerates it.
History’s judgment is far sharper, colder, and permanent. The fallen do not require your applause or your performative hashtags.
They demand your precision.
They demand you remember…with intellectual honesty and without the comforting lies…that every right you casually exercise, every comfort you casually consume, every late-night scroll through your digital distractions was bought with compound interest in the currency of young men who will never grow old, never hold their children, never see another sunrise.
They paid so you could whine about “the system” from the very system their sacrifice preserved.
We do not mourn them as victims of circumstance or “needless war.” That is the language of cowards and revisionists who would rather cheapen the price than face it.
We honor them as the lethal architects of our continuance…steel-eyed, duty-bound, unapologetic.
They were not pawns; they were the tip of the spear, the quiet professionals who carried the Republic on their shoulders when the bill came due.
This nation’s pride is not abstract or inherited like some antique heirloom.
It is forged in their sacrifice, tempered in the fire of their resolve, and sustained by the quiet, ferocious knowledge that when the bill comes due again…and it always does…others of their kind will step forward to pay it in the same red currency.
Lest we forget is not a cliché to be embroidered on a pillow.
It is a warning etched in stone and bone.
The Republic endures only as long as we refuse to cheapen their price, only as long as we retain the clarity to distinguish between the warrior who bled and the civilian who merely benefited.
Anything less is national suicide by amnesia.