Janice Pepperman

[✌🏼Honey Bomb 🌻 @honeyybomb]

Karmelo Anthony was sentenced to 35 years in prison for murder. Anthony must serve half of his sentence before he is eligible for parole.

Such a tragedy for both families. Prayers for everyone involved 🙏🏼

RIP Austin Metcalf

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

A ewe died lambing in the night, which happens, and left a single lamb, which also happens, and the lamb was given to Eduardo, which does not usually happen, and is the reason there is an alpaca in this story at all.

The orphan was the problem every shepherd dreads, a day-old lamb with no mother, too small to defend, the exact thing a fox prices up at dusk. The farmer could have brought it indoors to bottle-rear, and might yet, but he tried something first, because Eduardo was in the field and Eduardo is what he is.

Alpacas guard. It is why the farmer keeps one in with the sheep, the watchfulness bred into a creature that spent thousands of years as a sentinel on Andean hillsides, the instinct to put itself between a threat and the herd and to face down a fox until the fox does the arithmetic and leaves. What the farmer was not sure of was whether that instinct would extend to a lamb that was not even a fellow alpaca, an orphan of another species set down in the grass.

It extended. Eduardo went over, did the long careful camelid inspection, the humming and the close looking, and then simply stayed. Where the lamb went, the alpaca went, at a distance of a few feet, all day, a tall watchful shadow over a small wobbling one. At dusk, when a lamb alone would have been a fox's evening, the lamb was not alone. It was lying tucked against the legs of an animal that does not run from foxes and never has.

The lamb is alive a week on, which a lamb in that position frequently is not. It thinks, as far as anyone can tell, that it is a small strange alpaca, and follows Eduardo about, and Eduardo permits this with the air of a creature who has acquired a responsibility he did not ask for and intends to discharge properly anyway.

The farmer watches them, the alpaca and the lamb that is not his, and reflects that he keeps Eduardo for the fibre and the guarding and the comedy, and got, thrown in for nothing, a creature who will mother an orphan of the wrong species through the dangerous first week because something in him simply cannot watch a small thing be undefended.

That was not in the brochure. The best things on a farm rarely are.

[Harmeet K. Dhillon @HarmeetKDhillon]

Yeah!

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

SCOOP: Meet Susan Dinsmore, a licensed therapist at @SanfordHealth. She allegedly made this post online cheerfully asking if President Trump "is dead yet."

We reached out to Sanford Health multiple times for comment but they did not respond.

Would you trust this person with your mental health?

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

@DrewPavlou The news orgs that say this instead of caring about innocent people being beheaded in the streets are scum of the Earth

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Consider the quiet atrocities people committed, for decades, all to watch their cholesterol.

The fat trimmed off the steak and left on the plate. The best part, binned for being the best part.

The egg yolks tipped down the sink. The choline, the vitamins, the whole point of the egg, gone.

The egg-white omelette. A sad, weeping heap of protein, mourning its lost yolks.

Fat-free cheese. A rubbery orange substance that has never met a cow.

Skimmed milk. Cloudy water, sold at a premium for having its goodness removed.

Margarine on the toast, because industrial oil felt safer than butter.

The skin off the chicken. The crackling abandoned. The dripping down the drain.

A yoghurt shot each morning to nudge a number, in place of a breakfast that would have fed them.

The steak passed over for the dry chicken salad. Ordered with a sigh, by a grown adult.

And at the end of it, the statin anyway, to finish what the misery could not.

All that suffering to dodge the cholesterol in food. The same cholesterol that barely moves the cholesterol in your blood.

Because your body makes most of its own, and simply makes less when you eat more.

A fear of animal fat is, at root, an anti-human idea.

It is the fat that grew our brains, fuelled our bodies, and carried our species for two million years.

To recoil from it is to recoil from ourselves.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

They made me sign a waiver before the wings arrived.

A paper. To eat. As though courage came with a release form.

The cheerful waiter set the plate down like a man delivering a verdict. "These are the Infernos. Most people tap out. There's milk if you need it."

I looked at the milk. The milk looked back. We understood each other. Neither of us would be needed tonight.

"I will not be requiring the milk," I said.

The first bite arrived like a small sunrise behind the eyes.

(My tongue filed a formal complaint. My eyes opened a second one. I overruled them both.)

A man does not ask the fire to be gentler. He only becomes harder to burn.

I did not reach for water. I did not wave a hand before my mouth. I sat, straight-backed, and ate the Infernos one by one, the way a man receives ten thousand letters of bad news without changing his face.

Beside me, a college boy attempting the same challenge was weeping openly into a napkin. So, between bites, I turned to him and said, calmly, that the fire is not the enemy — the wish for it to stop is the enemy. He stared. Then he picked up another wing.

When the waiter returned, expecting wreckage, he found an empty plate and a samurai sitting in perfect, sweating peace.

"...sir. You want the wall? You're on the wall now. People take a photo."

I rose. I bowed to the plate. I bowed to the kitchen, where unseen hands had forged so worthy a trial.

"Thank you for the fire," I told them.

Then I turned to the room and said, with smoke still somewhere in my soul:

"Comfort teaches a man nothing. Bless the meal that fights back."

The college boy lifted his last wing like a torch. The cook came out to shake my hand. The whole table behind me began, softly, to applaud the strange calm man who had thanked them for the burning.

I walked out into the cool evening, mouth aflame, heart entirely at peace.

A small fire, faced well, is just another way to know you are alive.

[SaltyGoat @SaltyGoat17]

Good question...

I think the number is probably quite high

Who agrees?

[ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᶰᵗᵃʳʸ JD Vance Q @JD_Vance_Q1]

TRUMP ORDERED SCOTT BESSENT TO CLOSE EVERY BANK ACCOUNT FUNNELING WELFARE MONEY TO ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS.
I SUPPORT IT 100%.

[Jack Posobiec @JackPosobiec]

Imagine looking at Valley Forge and thinking, “What this really needs is 100,000 Somalians”

[Shannon 🇺🇸I stand with America @thewriterme]

A real journalist that is truly trying to ask questions and inform the public, is non combative and would never make this face.

[@Chicago1Ray 🇺🇸 @Chicago1Ray]

When's the last time you heard Mike Johnson talk like this

You're looking at the next Speaker of the house....and after that..who knows, Brandon Gill is a rising star and the future of this party

Don't let those boyish looks fool you, this guy is for real... & he's one of us

[War Correspondent @warDaniel47]

Each one of these beautiful young people were slaughtered by leftist policies designed to kill western civilization.

Their deaths must not be in vain…

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

I’ll bet half the people interested in the Austin Metcalf murder trial have no idea who this might be. If they only watch junk news like CBS, etc., it’s closer to 100%.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Walk into a hospital, the temple of health, and look at what they feed the patients.

White bread, sugary jelly, processed meat, margarine, a carton of squash, a biscuit on the side.

The sick are served the exact ultra-processed food that helps fill the beds in the first place.

A diabetic is handed a tray of toast, jam, and fruit juice, then given insulin to mop up the result.

The heart patient gets the low-fat pudding and the seed-oil spread, blessed as sensible.

If the food in there were genuinely healing, the canteen would look nothing like a corner shop.

The institution that should know best serves some of the most processed food a person eats all year.

There is no malice in it. The food is just cheap, long-life, easy to mass-cater, and built on the same broken advice.

When the building dedicated to healing feeds the sick on factory food, you can see the whole system is following the wrong map.

[Milei in English - Official Account @jmilei_english]

For the first time in 123 years, Argentina has achieved a sustained fiscal surplus without being in default. We are one of only 5 countries in the world in this position.

LONG LIVE FREEDOM, DAMN IT...!!!

[𝐍𝐢𝐨𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐠 🇮🇷 ✡︎ @NiohBerg]

Every day I understand this girl more and more.

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

You can’t make it up.

[Robert W Malone, MD @RWMaloneMD]

Having been together for 50 years, with my amazing wife of 47 years... here is my advice to younger folk.
Find someone special, who is your best friend and jump in. Commit to being devoted.
If you chose wisely, you won't regret it - ever.

[Lewis Miles @Maga4liberty]

17-year-old Tyson Goodsell is dead! He was murdered by a Somali gang in Minnesota.
The media is completely silent.
If the victim was black and the killers were white, this would be nonstop coverage for weeks.
Say his name. 😡🔥
#SayHisName #TysonGoodsell