KB Luvcats4ever 🇨🇱 🇺🇸

Texan, parent, trying to survive

[KB Luvcats4ever 🇨🇱 🇺🇸 @kkbarnesnc]

@8bov8 Looks really good.

[ThePersistence @ScottPresler]

Shouldn’t we all be beyond angry that 250,000 non-citizens are on the voter rolls in just 4 states alone — CA, NJ, NV, & PA?

[KB Luvcats4ever 🇨🇱 🇺🇸 @kkbarnesnc]

@tuuu28283 Wonderful English! Really proud of you! How awesome you are in learning a new language. Best hopes & wishes for your journey and achieving your dream!

[Nick shirley @nickshirleyy]

Imagine this: you get paid by our tax dollars and you don’t even show up to do your job when it involves our tax dollars being stolen.

Wtf are these people doing in office if they don’t even care about our money being stolen and wasted? They are simply working against us.

[ThePersistence @ScottPresler]

Hello.

We found a homeless shelter in Pennsylvania that has 500+ voters registered to vote.

The shelter only holds 100 beds.

The PA Department of State has a lot of explaining to do.

We’re finding this all over the state.

Preserve your records.

Game on.

[Freddy🇩🇪 @FreddyLA7]

Hello again.

We’re currently in Clemson, South Carolina. I’ve decided to come back here to document the final part of our road trip.

The main reason I deactivated my account two weeks ago was that things became increasingly toxic. For some people, it’s unfortunately unfathomable that a good story can exist without some kind of hidden agenda behind it. There was even a Reddit group going through my entire account trying to find anything they could use to reveal my identity.

I know this was only a small percentage of people, but after a while it became exhausting. During the last two weeks, I received so many kind messages on Instagram, and they really made me realize how many people genuinely enjoyed following the trip. Some people even told me that their grandparents regularly ask them, “What are the Germans up to today?” I think that’s really cool.

I decided to continue because I realized that the overwhelming majority of people loved following along. A small group of very loud people shouldn’t be able to ruin something that brought so many others joy.

I also want to clear something up, as people who follow me on Instagram already know.

I’ve been to the United States before. This is not my first visit, and I’ve never claimed that it was. The last time I was here was in January 2022, when I visited New York and Philadelphia.

A lot of people shared my Raising Cane’s post from November 2025 to make it look like I was secretly American. That post wasn’t from the United States, it was from my trip to Saudi Arabia.

This is my first time back in the U.S. in more than four years, and apart from Boston, I’d never visited any of the places we’ve been to on this trip before. That’s probably why many people assumed it was our first time in America, because for all of these places, it actually was.

And let me tell you, Ohio and Alabama are very different from New York City or Los Angeles.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Thanks for reading.

[RON .D. WATKINS @Ron_WatkinsQ]

🚨 BREAKING: It was just revealed that the Chinese suspects who tried detonating an IED at a US Air Force Base were BIRTHRIGHT CITIZENS of ILLEGAL ALIENS

Omg. This is EXACTLY what Justice Sam Alito tried telling everyone at the Supreme Court!

[Erica 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 @EricaRN4USA]

As a critical care nurse, looking at Senator Mitch McConnell’s situation through an ICU lens tells a very different story from the public updates.

Following the release of emergency audio detailing an unconscious person and active CPR for cardiac arrest at his residence on June 14, his staff issued a statement claiming he continues to improve and is working closely with his office. 🙄

However, anyone with extensive bedside experience knows that for an 84-year-old frail patient who has sustained an out-of-hospital cardiac arrest requiring full resuscitation, the idea that he is actively participating in daily Senate business is highly unlikely.

The brutal physical trauma of chest compressions combined with the high risk of acute neurological insult makes a return to a high-functioning baseline virtually impossible for someone with his preexisting vulnerabilities.

From my clinical perspective, the statistical chances of a full recovery are slim to none, serving as a stark reminder that political status cannot override physiological limits.

Who agrees that his constituents and the rest of America deserves the truth? 🤔
#CriticalCare #ICUnurse #ResuscitationReality #PatientAdvocacy #HealthcarePerspectives #AdvancedCarePlanning

[Tommy Robinson 🇬🇧 @TRobinsonNewEra]

Only 1 tiny prison on the edge of the world in Greenland.

12 prisoners.

11 Algerians and 1 Palestinian.

No per capita needed here.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

For one year I have filed reports from inside America.

They have now bound all one hundred of them into a single book. I am told this is called publishing. I called it surrender.

The free chips. The neighbor who will not let me pay. The nurse who undid my whole philosophy with a juice box.

And the book itself is free on Kindle Unlimited. Free. Again. This country.

Pull up a chair. The chips are free, apparently bottomless, and I intend to honor all of them.

https://t.co/cCo56es1TI

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

To everyone who's been enjoying my Samurai series.

I've finally gathered the stories into one place. You can find them through the link in my profile.

I'm also working on a Kindle book, with brand-new epilogues revealing what happened after each story.

If you'd like to support my work, a Buy Me a Coffee means more than you know.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy discovering the samurai's "correct" way of seeing the world. ⚔️

[JB and family @SimmonsBart]

Last week, a Muslim woman entered our family ranch store and asked for Halal beef. When I told her we do not offer it, she demanded to know why not. As she turned to leave, I extended my hand in a simple gesture of goodwill—only for her to refuse it outright. The same person who expects us to accommodate her faith’s ritualistic slaughter of our livestock—complete with specific blessings and throat-cutting methods—could not bring herself to touch a Christian man’s hand. It was a stark reminder that some demands for tolerance flow only in one direction: ours.

[JB and family @SimmonsBart]

We’ve received increasing requests to certify our beef as halal. As Christians, we respectfully decline and focus exclusively on regenerative agriculture—restoring soil health, enhancing biodiversity, and producing exceptional beef—while keeping religious and ideological certifications out of our operation.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Do you agree with our decision?

[ℋ𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎 @Am_hailey]

I was putting the farm stand away this evening when these 3 kids came up and said they had seen the stand earlier and came back to buy a plant. This little girl had a handful of quarters and she asked me for a green bean plant. I ran back into the house to grab one. I gave her the plant and each of them a cookie and I told them not to worry about payment just to run along and plant it and have fun. Just now I'm washing dishes and I see them again coming up the driveway. I open the door and they had brought me a bowl of eggs from their chickens. The little boy said "You spread kindness so we wanted to give it back to you"
So naturally now Im sobbing in my kitchen over a bowl of eggs. This is exactly the kind of community I wanted to create with the stand. Thank you kids, you can never know just how much you made my day today ❤️ 

[TONY™ @TONYxTWO]

The National Anthem at the White House was absolutely epic!!! 🇺🇸🔥

Wait for the flyover!!!!

[柏想い@柏レイソルを西日本から応援 @KashiwaOmoi]

ダラスに来られる日本の皆さん！現地の方からいただいたオススメのテキサスBBQリストです。こりゃ行かないとですね！

#ワールドカップ #ダラス #dallas #bbq

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A supermarket. I went to buy one bottle of the white sauce this nation pours on everything. I found a WALL.

Ranch. Spicy ranch. Chipotle ranch. Avocado ranch. Bacon ranch. LIGHT ranch, for the disciplined. There was a ranch labeled "secret recipe" that printed its ingredients on the back, which is not how secrets work, and I respect the audacity.

In Japan, a sauce knows its place. One dish, one purpose, centuries of refinement. Here I stood before forty bottles of the same white dynasty, each claiming the bloodline.

I asked a passing employee: which is the true heir?

He looked at the wall. He looked at me. "It's all just ranch, dude."

It is NOT all just ranch. That is exactly what a branch family would say.

I bought the original. The founding house. One honors the main line — this is not negotiable.

I also bought the chipotle. We meet at lunch. Privately. The original does not know. A man may serve one lord and still admire the ambition of the younger branch. This is recorded in many histories, and I will not be judged by a nation with forty sauces in its door.

At the register, the cashier saw my two bottles and said the most American sentence I have yet heard:

"Smart. You got your everyday ranch and your fancy ranch."

EVERYDAY RANCH AND FANCY RANCH. She understood the entire feudal structure instantly. This country runs deeper than it pretends.

A man does not betray the main house in daylight. Lunch is at noon, with the curtains drawn.

A man does not ask the dynasty to be one bottle. He only becomes loyal to more of them.

So tell me, America, and be honest with me: how many ranches live in your door right now?

Count them. Then tell me again who the samurai is.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.

I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.

In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.

"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.

"Honey, that's what it looks like."

The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."

I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.

I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.

It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.

"Well?" the waitress asked.

"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."

"Everybody does, hon."

Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.

Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.

I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.

It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A diner entrance. There is a glass tower beside the register, and inside it, pies revolve slowly. Like planets. Like trophies. Like a test.

I stood before it longer than is socially acceptable.

In my land, the spoils of victory are displayed once, humbly, then put away. Here, the spoils ROTATE. Lit from within. Cherry passes. Lemon meringue rises over the horizon. Chocolate cream descends like dusk. The display has seasons.

"You want a slice?" the waitress asked.

"Which one is correct?"

"...They're all correct, hon."

ALL correct. Then the rotation is not a ranking. I had assumed the tower was an order of merit — the strongest pie ascending, the weakest cast down. No. They circle as equals. Eternal. Unranked.

I watched two full rotations. The man behind me waited, then gave up and pointed.

"Apple."

Just like that. No vigil. No study. He pointed at a moving target and committed his evening to it. The decisiveness of this country will never stop humbling me.

I confess what I did next. The lemon meringue came around a third time. Its golden peaks caught the light. I raised my hand as it passed, like a man hailing a ship.

"The yellow one. Before it escapes."

"It's not going anywhere, sweetie."

It is going somewhere. It is going in a circle, and a circle is a journey too.

The pie was perfect. I ate it facing the tower, so the others could see that their comrade was honored.

The pies do not turn to tempt you. They turn so that no pie is ever first, and no pie is ever last.

Next visit: cherry. It has been making eye contact for three rotations.

[KB Luvcats4ever 🇨🇱 🇺🇸 @kkbarnesnc]

@imamukiyo Welcome to Dallas. Please be safe. If you would like for an American to show you around - I will offer (surprised fellow Texans haven't yet). DM me if you would like this. I'm an older person and don't have anything scheduled this weekend. Best store - Whole Foods & HEB.