"When they come to slaughter us tonight, run to the Israeli border as fast as you can and don't look back."
I was 13 years old.
My town was under siege. No electricity. No water. We crawled out of the bomb shelter to pick dandelions because we had nothing else to eat. The Muslim militias and PLO were closing in. Tomorrow was the attack.
So I dressed in my best Easter dress. I wanted to be pretty when they came to kill us.
My father read Psalms: "I shall walk through the valley of death and I will not fear."
My parents told me: We will create a distraction. You run to the Israeli border. Don't look back.
That's what we were facing. That's what Lebanon became for Christians.
The West watched. No one came.
I survived to tell this story. So many didn't.
This post I’m quoting is a gut punch, but the problem reaches far beyond women.
We have lived through the over-feminization of Western society, where emotional comfort slowly became a higher good than truth. Femininity itself is beautiful and necessary. So is masculinity. In balance, one gives civilization mercy while the other gives it spine. Torn apart and allowed to dominate alone, either becomes destructive.
The imbalance has made honesty ruinously expensive. Correction is recast as abuse, standards as oppression, disagreement as harm, and the person willing to speak plainly is treated like an arsonist for noticing the smoke.
People learn to soften every warning, bury every judgment, and leave obvious failures untouched because preserving someone’s feelings is safer than confronting what will eventually destroy them.
That arrangement rewards liars and hunts truth-tellers. It produces adults who cannot endure correction, leaders who cannot deliver it, and institutions that protect emotion long after reality has breached the walls.
Masculine and feminine virtues built civilization together. Compassion without judgment becomes indulgence. Strength without compassion becomes brutality. Western society lost the balance, then began punishing anyone who tried to restore it.
Reality will restore the balance eventually. By then, the truth we censored will return wearing consequences.
“The reality is that most of us were lied to by the media about President Trump." [...]
“One, he didn’t say half the things he said, and two, why did these other people just fabricate what they wanted to say so that they could essentially assassinate his character?”
“I think that that second thing is completely unacceptable in America, and there’s still been no repercussions, really.”
“I took the time to learn about it. I admitted where…you know, the way that I met him was, I admitted on the pod, which, you know, has millions of viewers.”
“And I said, I got it totally wrong because I went and I watched Charlottesville.”
“And, you know, the first person to call me? President Trump.”
“And I got to know him and I put the phone down, I called my wife, and I said, we got it TOTALLY, totally wrong. We were lied to.”
“And then I got to know him and he is fantastic!”
Billionaire investor Chamath Palihapitiya just UNLOADED on the mainstream media for its endless hoaxes about President Donald Trump. Well said.
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Two patriotic 85-year-old songwriters called the Forever Boys released a music video called “What Would You Do If America Needed You," in reaction to the recent election of multiple far-left communists.
The song calls on every American to preserve the principles and freedoms on which our country was founded.
POWERFUL 🇺🇲
They gave me permission to post and spread it to the world. Please share!
For South Africans on their way:
Like you, we never thought we'd leave the only place we ever called home. Like so many South Africans still trapped there, we had become completely numb to the daily violence, the soul-crushing racism, and the endless farm murders and home invasions. Even though we lived through so many terrifying crimes and near-misses, carjackings that could have ended everything, home invasions where we narrowly escaped, attacks that left us shaken for days, we kept telling ourselves it was "just high crime."
We'd shake it off, push down the fear, and try to carry on as normal. Mornings at the breakfast table we'd hear of another horrific killing, sometimes it was someone we knew, and our hearts would break with sadness and rage at the pure barbarism. Yet by nightfall, we'd crawl into bed whispering desperate prayers that it wouldn't be our names others read about the next day, knowing the world would pause for a moment, feel the horror, and then move on. Just another name on that heavy cross.
But God stirred our hearts, and we made the terrifying decision to resettle in America. We walked out of OR Tambo with one suitcase each, a few hundred dollars, and trembling faith. From the Northern Cape to Colorado, He met us right there in that arrival hall. Kind strangers became family, a church that wrapped its arms around us, and the strength to build a real home in these beautiful Colorado Rocky Mountains. What started in fear has become pure blessing. No regrets, only endless gratitude.
I invited God into our new life, and I keep Him here. I still need Him. I gave Him a place at our table, full authority over our home, and asked for blessings over our job. I asked Him to drive with me, walk beside me through every uncertain step, and guide me as I began shaping the rest of my life into something beautiful and full. May others see His light shining through me, hear His love in my words, recognize His peace in my eyes, and feel His presence in the warmth of my life.
To those making this leap of faith; yes, leaving everything you’ve ever known is heartbreakingly hard. Leaving the ones you love behind cuts even deeper. Finding your way in this new country; new roads, new culture, new everything, can feel so daunting and lonely some days. But hold on. Before long, without even realizing it, here becomes your home. Your safe porch. Your answered prayers.
Stand strong, keep trusting, keep rebuilding. Your best days, your family reunions, and your deepest joys are still ahead. He who began this in you will complete it. 🇺🇸🙏❤️
Want to save the West? Start by telling your children the truth.
A society that teaches its children to hate their inheritance shouldn't be surprised when they fail to preserve it.
Teach your children gratitude. Teach them why freedom matters. Teach them what made the West successful.
Because if you don't tell them the truth about their civilisation, someone else will tell them a lie.
Kallie Keeler was sexually assaulted in a wrestling match by a male claiming to be a woman.
Look at her face. Look at her.
This goes well beyond unfairness.
This was a sexual assault.
Vice President JD Vance put up a chicken coup outside the VP’s residence. A spokesperson tells me he will tend to the chickens. His kids already named the chicks. The coop was made by Carolina Coops, an American-owned small business which has been in business for 18 years. The owner Matt DuBoise pictured here after putting the coup up. #Chickens #FreshEggs #VP (pics courtesy Vice President Vance’s Office)
They refused to bathe. They refused to salute. They poached deer from an English lord's estate and used their washing water ration to cook it.
The night before D-Day they shaved mohawks and painted their faces like warriors.
Then they jumped into Normandy on one of the deadliest missions of the invasion.
This is the story of the Filthy Thirteen..🧵1/7
The men who put country before self, and freedom before their own personal safety, deserved to be remembered today in all their glory for their remarkable heroism on D-Day.
Operations Overlord and Bodyguard were successful only because of the oceans of blood shed on those beaches by the patriots buried there. You will never be forgotten for saving humanity from the black clouds of evil that hovered over the world. Thank you patriots. 🇺🇸
🇺🇸 Most Badass Americans You Don’t Know D-Day Edition: John J. Pinder Jr.
Technician Fifth Grade John J. Pinder Jr. landed on Omaha beach on his birthday. He didn’t make it off.
Born June 6, 1912, in McKees Rocks, Pennsylvania, Joe Pinder was the oldest of three children. His father worked in the steel industry.
He graduated as valedictorian of Butler High School in 1931.
Pinder spent the next several years as a right-handed pitcher in the minor leagues.
He played six seasons in the farm systems of the Cleveland Indians, New York Yankees, Washington Senators, and Brooklyn Dodgers.
In 1941 he won 17 games and was still chasing a shot at the major leagues when the war came.
He entered the Army in January 1942 after Pearl Harbor.
Assigned as a radio operator with the 16th Infantry Regiment, 1st Infantry Division, he fought in North Africa and Sicily.
In Sicily he earned a Bronze Star for staying at an observation post under fire.
On June 6, 1944, Pinder landed with the first waves on Omaha Beach on his birthday.
Communications were shattered. His job was to get a working radio ashore.
He made it off the landing craft. They were 100 yards off the beach.
Then he was hit. A round tore into his face after only a few steps off the boat.
Pinder held the torn flesh of his face together with one hand, carried the radio with the other, and delivered the radio to his unit, while wading thru waste deep water.
That should have been enough. It wasn’t.
Weakened and bleeding, he turned around and went back into the surf and fire three more times to salvage communication equipment.
He even recovered another workable radio.
On the third trip machine gun fire hit him again, this time in the legs.
Still he kept going.
Weakening but exposed on the beach, he helped get the radios working so the men around him could call for support.
While doing so, he was hit for the third time and killed.
Medal of Honor. Posthumous.
It was presented to his father on January 26, 1945.
Pinder was initially buried in Normandy.
In 1947 his family brought him home to Grandview Cemetery in Burgettstown, Pennsylvania.
He was the only professional baseball player awarded the Medal of Honor in World War II.
John Pinder is an American Badass
Thank you, John! 🫡🇺🇸
A D.C. Jail lieutenant looked at me while I was suicidal in solitary confinement and said:
“Hope you don’t die.”
Read that again.
I was an honorably discharged United States Marine.
A pretrial detainee.
Presumed innocent.
Locked in the SHU after weeks of isolation.
My water had been turned off for 24 hours.
I told the man with authority that I needed help.
He laughed.
Then he walked away.
That is not “bad jail conditions.”
That is not “politics.”
That is not “J6 whining.”
That is deliberate cruelty inside a government cage.
And he is not the only one.
I just published the names of D.C. Jail officers I believe should be investigated.
Lt. Allen.
Lt. Crystal Lancaster.
Cpl. Hayes.
Pepper spray.
Water shut off.
Solitary confinement.
Mental-health crisis ignored.
Pretrial detainees treated like targets.
And before anyone says, “Well, it was January 6 defendants,” stop right there.
The Constitution does not disappear because the media hates you.
Due process does not disappear because prosecutors labeled you.
Human rights do not disappear because a jail thinks nobody will care.
If a suicidal Marine veteran can tell a correctional lieutenant he needs help and the answer is “Hope you don’t die,” then every American should want answers.
This is why I am building the record in public.
They wanted these stories scattered, buried, forgotten, and trapped on social media.
Not anymore.
Names.
Receipts.
Witnesses.
Documents.
The record.
Do not brigade anybody.
Do not threaten anybody.
Do not play their game.
Read it.
Share it.
Ask why these officers were allowed to operate like this inside the D.C. Jail.
And help me keep building the archive they never wanted the public to see.
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We MUST start speaking up in real life.
We are the Many… being held hostage by the Few.
We could change that overnight.
When you hear something crazy, just say, “I don’t agree,” then change the subject.
They need to know how many of us want and voted for commonsense policy
Not gonna lie, the last few weeks have felt like I'm banging my head against a wall.
It's time for the 80% to say it out loud: men cannot become women. Ever. You know it. Say it.
We need you (mostly silent) 80%. We will win - truth outs in the end - but we need you.