You ever just stop and thank God for blessing us so much with such a stunningly beautiful and diverse country? You can just...go anywhere and do things.
Taylor and Travis have been married for 3 weeks now and we still haven’t seen a single photo of her, them, or the venue. Extremely chic of her. Very classy. Very private.
If you’re a liberal and miserable today, take out the nose rings, lip rings, and hoops.
Wash the color out of your hair. Pick up a Bible.
Ask God for forgiveness.
You might be surprised how much your life changes.
Jesus died at 33. The human spine has 33 vertebrae. The same structure that holds us up is the same number of years He held this Earth.
We have 12 ribs on each side. 12 disciples. 12 tribes of Israel. God built His design into our bones. He wrote Heaven into our anatomy.
The vagus nerve runs from your brain to your heart and gut. It calms storms inside the body. It looks just like a cross. That’s the power source running through us. Every time your body heals, every time your heart slows in prayer, every time peace shows up when it shouldn’t…that’s Him.
Jesus rose on the third day. Science tells us that when you fast for 3 days, your body starts regenerating. Old cells die. New ones are born. Healing begins. Your body literally resurrects itself. That’s not coincidence. That’s design.
And it keeps going.
Your heart has an electrical rhythm. Your brain lights up when you pray. Tears contain different chemicals depending on if you're crying from joy or grief. The blood speaks. The bones store memory. The body worships whether you realize it or not.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are walking prophecy. Walking tabernacles. Dust and divinity in one.
God didn’t just create you. He carved Himself into you.
You don’t need to look far to find Him. You just need to look inward. He’s been in the design since the beginning.
I used to think Trump was just a good president. Now I realize the system has been corrupt for decades. He is the only one who ever fought it. Greatest of all time.
My committee combed through millions of COVID documents, and what did we find?
Anthony Fauci destroyed records. He told others to delete emails. And then he told them to delete them from deleted files.
He and his allies privately doubted the "implausible" line on a lab leak while publicly attacking anyone who raised it.
And he never took responsibility for funding dangerous research in China.
Next week, Dr. Fauci goes under oath in front of my committee, and he’s going to answer for everything we’ve found.
🚨 HOLY SHT: In case you missed it Speaker Mike Johnson CONFIRMS the Save America Act will only need 51 votes to pass or 50 with Vances tiebreaker since it’s within the Reconciliation Bill
TIME FOR THE SENATE TO DO THEIR JOB
PASS THE SAVE AMERICA ACT
Things that are “white supremacist,” according to the left:
Being polite.
Being on time.
Being objective.
We let this insanity go unanswered for years. That ends now.
Everyone knows the 2020 election was stolen.
Everyone knows Joe Biden was an illegitimate President.
Everyone knows Nancy Pelosi staged J6 to cover up the election fraud.
It really happened and people need to go to prison for it.
Dog at the park walked up to me and just sat on my feet.
Owner: I'm so sorry.
Me: It's okay.
Owner: He does this to people who are sad.
Me: What?
Owner: He's weirdly intuitive. Are you okay?
Me: Just a bad day.
Owner: He knows.
The dog didn't move.
Owner: You can pet him.
Me: You sure?
Owner: He's not leaving until you do.
I sat down and the dog climbed into my lap.
Owner: Yeah, you're getting the full treatment.
Me: Does he do this a lot?
Owner: Only when it matters.
We sat there for ten minutes.
Owner: I'm Rachel.
Me: Anna.
Rachel: He's Benson.
Me: Benson's a good boy.
Rachel: The best boy.
Benson finally got up and I felt lighter.
Rachel: You need anything?
Me: I think I'm good now.
Rachel: Benson thinks so too.
I see them at the park sometimes.
Benson always remembers me.
Still sits on my feet.
Some souls just know when you need them.
Shout out to the raccoon who got into my trash last night and left the Wendy’s wrapper in the driveway that I was hiding from the wife because we are “eating healthy this week”…
You’re an asshole!
A SpaceX intern once described eating lunch next to Elon Musk in the company cafeteria.
The intern said Elon sat down at a regular table with a regular tray of food. No entourage. No reserved section. He sat next to two junior engineers who were clearly terrified. One of them was explaining a problem with a valve component to the other.
Elon listened without introducing himself or interrupting. After about three minutes he turned to the engineer and said "have you tried running it at a lower pressure gradient first." The engineer stared at him. Then realized the CEO of the company had just casually solved a problem his team had been stuck on for a week.
The intern said what happened next was the part that surprised him. Elon didn't leave. Didn't check his phone. He spent the next twenty minutes asking the engineers questions about their work. Not CEO questions about timelines and budgets. Engineering questions about fluid dynamics and material stress tolerances. He was genuinely curious. The cafeteria conversation was indistinguishable from a technical review.
The intern said he understood in that moment why people work 80-hour weeks for this man. Not because he's inspiring. Not because he pays well. Because he's the only CEO in the world who sits in the cafeteria and solves your engineering problem between bites of a burrito.
People follow leaders who are above them. People worship leaders who sit next to them and prove they understand the work better than the people doing it.
🚨 JUST IN: Treasury Sec. Scott Bessent drops this chilling line on the Iranian regime — he's tracking the Ayatollah's accounts and assets WORLDWIDE and just FROZE $130M in crypto wallets
"We found the money man for the Ayatollah! We are tracking the Ayatollah's properties around the world. We hope to soon be able to print his $100 million-plus properties and show the addresses."
"We are tracking these accounts all over the world. We froze a crypto wallet linked to the IRGC worth $130M."
"Their currency has collapsed, it's in free fall, we think their inflation is 180%!"
ECONOMIC ASSASSIN MODE 🔥🔥
TREASON 🚨
Barack Obama never had any intention of having a peaceful transfer of power to Trump
He ordered the wiretapping of Trump Tower
They charged Trump with fake crimes, it's time to finally charge Obama with real ones
"a black fourth grader in Mississippi is two and a half times as likely to be proficient in math and reading as one in California"
Don't let communists run your state.
In New Orleans I could not sleep. The city was still awake at two in the morning. I refused to be the first to quit.
I found a place called Cafe du Monde.
Three items on the menu. Beignets. Cafe au lait. Orange juice. Three items since 1862.
I bowed to the menu.
Jerome brought three beignets without asking. Golden squares buried under a mountain of powdered sugar. The dough underneath was a rumor.
I picked one up like a civilized man.
The sugar detonated.
My shirt. My hands. The table. A woman to my left minding her own business at two in the morning. She did not flinch. She was already white.
The man next to her was white. The chair behind her was white. The whole cafe was a joyful crime scene and nobody was investigating.
I tried to brush the sugar off my shirt. It got worse. I tried harder. Worse still. Jerome watched me the way a zookeeper watches a new animal figure out the enclosure.
"Does the sugar always do this."
"Every time."
"Has no one in a hundred and sixty years considered reducing—"
"That IS the amount."
I gave up. I ate the second beignet with no precautions. Sugar went into my hair. A man across the room raised his coffee cup at me. I had joined something.
The cafe au lait was bitter with chicory and rude about it. Jazz from somewhere I could not see. An old couple sharing one plate, both white as ghosts, laughing.
In my country, beauty is controlled. A garden trimmed. A tea poured without a drop.
In New Orleans, beauty lands on your suit and does not apologize.
I sat in the sugar until sunrise. I did not brush off a single grain.