Five days after the LA election, Spencer Pratt falls to third place and a woman who hardly anyone voted for in person, Nithya Raman, totally dominated in mail voting to come in second. No one with a functional brain believes these results.
I'm resisting the urge to post more photos from Friday night, but this was one of the prettiest sunsets I've seen in a long time. I could tell it was going to be a stunner the moment the sky began to turn gold.
BREAKING: Nithya Raman just defeated Spencer Pratt after giving a concession speech on election night and then getting the largest number in almost every mail-in ballot dump.
They just cheated in an election right in front of our eyes.
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
🚨 OMG. President Trump CUTS OFF and WALKS OUT of a Kristen Welker interview
He looks her in the eyes and tells her SHE'S A LIAR, then storms off!
"The elections are like a 3rd world country. YOU'RE CROOKED...let's call it QUITS. I've HAD ENOUGH."
WELKER: Please, I traveled all the way to Wisconsin!
TRUMP: "I've sat in the RAIN with you for an HOUR! I've given you enough time. You ought to straighten out your press. You know what? A country can never be great with a dishonest press. Let's GO."
WELKER: *Whines*
BEST PRESIDENT EVER 🔥🔥🔥
This is one of the best moments I’ve ever captured in my life, and it’s from 2022 when I was just getting started on this journey.
I had built a shitty campervan to escape Washington, D.C. during the height of the pandemic, and traveled out to Yellowstone. My best friend flew out for a week, and on this particular day we were looking for bears.
It seemed like everything was going wrong all day. We got caught in hours-long traffic jams. When we stopped for lunch, it took over an hour to get our food. Delays, delays, delays.
We were about to leave when we decided to re-visit an area of the park we had passed through that morning. When we arrived, there was a wall of photographers all lined looking at a single black bear. We parked and joined them— nobody was super talkative. There is a very weird, competitive vibe sometimes in Yellowstone among photographers and it’s not uncommon to be greeted with cold disinterest when you try to initiate a conversation.
So, nobody mentioned to us that there were cubs in the vicinity. We just saw mom, over a football field away, and couldn’t figure out why everyone was pushed so far back. We started to creep up and nobody said anything. Closer, closer. Still well beyond the 100-yard local required minimum for bears, but breaking from the large group.
We moved up to a sizable tree next to the road and set up to wait there— just as a park ranger drove around the corner. “You ladies need to get back to the group. We don’t know where the cubs are right now.” Enough said— we retreated back but decided after the long unsuccessful day that we should just call it and leave altogether.
We headed back to my van, packed up, let my dogs out for a quick walk, and started driving down the road past where we were earlier.
The next moments will be seared into my memory forever.
We are approaching the tree. The tree we were standing under 20 mins ago. As my van gets almost even with it, a tiny, black ball of fuzz FALLS OUT OF IT directly onto the exact spot WE HAD BEEN STANDING. Another tiny, black ball of fuzz quickly scrambles down the trunk.
Traffic stopped in both directions. My bestie climbed over me to grab the wheel while I frantically grabbed my gear and rolled down the passenger-side window. All of a sudden, with that shitty entry-level camera I had a front row seat to two baby black bears wrestling, climbing, and playing together— all within 20 yards. All visible from the safety of my vehicle. I could FEEL the anger from the mob of photographers we left earlier— I was getting their dream shots and we all knew it 😂.
Been chasing this high ever since. It’s been such a blessing to accumulate more wins as time goes by, but I feel like this one will always be a top 5.
Hello Mr. Hunter Biden,
You're getting six-digit likes on every post lately. I don't have any hope to ratio you or whatever through traditional "Hello" means.
But for those uninitiated, those who are captivated by your fake-humble persona obviously PR-engineered to capture unsuspecting disaffected Republicans:
You are not some humility, witty guy turning over a new leaf. You are the ultimate proof of nepotism, everything that the so-called "Epstein Class" is supposed to represent.
Let me explain - off the top of my head.
You were a board member of USGLC. U.S. Global Leadership Coalition. The most powerful NGO that nobody's ever heard of. Last year, I documented in several threads, how Liz Schrayer, USGLC lead, took credit for ramming through a 90 billion dollar bill for Ukraine in 2024, even as @mattvanswol demonstrated that Western North Carolina got zero help in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene because FEMA threw up their hands and said they ran out of funds.
USGLC, arguably, is the most powerful NGO that nobody has ever heard of. It includes a bunch of corporations, a bunch of nonprofit leads, and ... for some magical reason, I documented, extensively, linked, that Liz Schrayer started pursuing you in 2012. During the Obama years, when you were Biden's son. Are you a former Secretary of State? No. Are you a CEO of a Fortune 500 company? No. That puts you below the average USGLC board member, by a good tier.
So what DID get you on USGLC? The only reason: that you were the son of a sitting Vice President known for corruption, and you yourself were known for corruption.
You are not "folksy." You are the worst of the worst of the elite. Most of the elite, at least, get their credentials through Georgetown/George Washington/Harvard Kennedy. You got yours purely on nepotism. Any photographs you have of yourself at motels is proof that you are so incompetent that you waste all your money, not that you come from humble beginnings. Because others like @MarcoPolo501c3 have thoroughly documented that you benefited a great deal from your nepotism.
You even tried to bait those in with saying you prefer to keep immigration "legal" - but we all know the trap that keeps illegal immgrants here: outlaw deportations, and make every immigrant case "asylum", and magically, everyone who might've been here illegally a few years ago is legal.
You may get 175K likes on your semi-subverting, PR-designed photographs. But those of us who know, know you're fake.
https://t.co/vMml22uCbu
Can someone please explain to me how third world India counted 640 million ballots in one day while California takes a month to count 20 million ballots??
Election night batches in Los Angeles:
🔵 Karen Bass: 38%
🔴 Spencer Pratt: 28%
🔵 Nithya Raman: 20%
New batch (5 days after the election):
🔵 Nithya Raman: 40%
🔵 Karen Bass: 33%
🔴 Spencer Pratt: 18%
Keep in mind only the top 2 advance to the next round, which is why the third place candidate suddenly surged
Not even hiding it