Imagine living in a country where you go straight to jail for a tweet, but get bail after being arrested for ‘allegedly’ throwing a 3 year old baby into a crocodile enclosure! The world is watching is disbelief!
It has never been more important to restore Smith-Mundt’s prohibition against citizen-facing government propaganda.
The U.S. government has proven that it can’t be trusted to tell U.S. citizens the truth.
The Senate should pass the Charlie Kirk Act to restore Smith-Mundt.
Doc Holliday was a dentist with a classical education in Greek and Latin who killed his first man at 19, coughed blood into a handkerchief for the next 17 years, and died in bed with a glass of whiskey, saying, "This is funny."
Funny because he'd spent his entire adult life expecting to die in a gunfight. He never did.
John Henry Holliday was born in Griffin, Georgia in 1851. He came into the world with a cleft palate and a partial cleft lip, a deformity that in 1851 was usually a death sentence for an infant. His uncle, a surgeon named John Stiles Holliday, performed the corrective surgery himself when the baby was two months old. His mother Alice spent the next several years patiently teaching the boy to speak clearly. She taught him piano. She taught him manners. She taught him how to bow to a woman and how to address a gentleman. By the time he was a teenager, John Henry could quote Virgil in the original Latin, play Chopin from memory, and dance a quadrille.
Then she died of tuberculosis when he was 15, and so did the small, soft world she'd built for him.
He was sent to Philadelphia to study dentistry. He graduated from the Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery in 1872 at the age of 20, one of the youngest in his class, and his entry "Diseases of the Teeth" was considered exceptional. He won an award at a dental fair for "Best Set of Artificial Teeth in Gold." His diploma still exists. You can look at it.
He moved back south, set up a practice, and started coughing.
By 1873 the diagnosis was unmistakable. Pulmonary tuberculosis. The same disease that killed his mother. Doctors gave him a few months, maybe a year. They told him his only chance was to move west, where the dry air might slow the lungs from drowning. He kissed his cousin Mattie goodbye. He had been in love with her for years. She would later become a Catholic nun, Sister Mary Melanie, and she was the woman Margaret Mitchell would model Melanie Hamilton on in Gone With the Wind. They wrote each other letters until the day he died. Nobody has ever found those letters. The family burned them.
He went to Dallas. He set up a dental office. And his patients, watching this thin polite young man cough blood into a handkerchief between extractions, stopped coming.
So he turned to cards.
Faro, mostly. Poker when he could find it. He had a gambler's gift and a dying man's nerve, and within two years he was making more in a week at the tables than he'd made in a year pulling teeth. He moved through Texas and into the Colorado mining camps, then New Mexico, then Arizona. He drank an estimated two to three quarts of whiskey a day, partly because it numbed the lungs and partly because nothing else did.
Here is what made him terrifying.
Most gunfighters in the Old West were cowards in expensive boots. They picked fights they could win and avoided fights they couldn't. Doc Holliday already knew he was dying. There was nothing you could threaten him with. There was no future you could take from him. He would walk into a room of armed men with that thin slow smile and a Colt and a knife and sometimes a sawed off shotgun under his long grey coat, and the math running behind his pale blue eyes was simple. Every day he was alive was already stolen. The men across the table had something to lose. He had nothing.
He weighed about 135 pounds. He was five foot ten. He was usually drunk. And by the time he reached Tombstone, men crossed streets to avoid him.
His common law wife was a Hungarian woman named Mary Katharine Horony, better known as Big Nose Kate. She had been born to nobility in Budapest, run away as a teenager after her parents died, worked as a prostitute in Iowa, and ended up on the frontier with a temper that matched his. He once got her out of jail by bribing a guard. She once got him out of jail by setting fire to the hotel next door as a distraction, then walking him out at gunpoint. They fought constantly. They loved each other in the way two people love each other when they both know one of them is going to die soon.
He met Wyatt Earp in Fort Griffin, Texas, in 1877. The friendship that followed would shape both their lives. The legend goes that Doc saved Wyatt's life in Dodge City, walking out of the Long Branch Saloon to find Wyatt surrounded by cowboys with guns drawn, and putting his pistol to the leader's temple before anyone saw him move. Wyatt later said he owed Doc his life. He said Doc was "the most skillful gambler, and the nerviest, fastest, deadliest man with a six gun I ever knew."
Wyatt Earp said that. About a tubercular dentist who could quote Cicero.
At the OK Corral on October 26, 1881, the fight lasted thirty seconds. Doc was carrying a 10 gauge coach gun under his coat. He killed Tom McLaury with both barrels. When Morgan Earp was assassinated months later in retaliation, Doc rode with Wyatt on what history would later call the Vendetta Ride, a three week killing spree across Arizona that left every man they believed responsible dead in the dirt. They were never caught. They were never tried. They simply rode out of the territory and disappeared.
By 1887 the disease had finally caught up with him. He was 36 years old. He weighed less than 120 pounds. He had outlived nearly every man who had ever tried to kill him, and most of the ones who had only thought about it. He checked into the Hotel Glenwood in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, where the sulfur springs were said to ease the lungs. They didn't.
On the morning of November 8th, the nurse brought him a glass of whiskey. He had always sworn he would die with his boots on, the way a gunfighter was supposed to die. He looked down at his bare feet under the white hospital sheet. He looked at the whiskey. He started to laugh.
"This is funny."
Then he drank it.
And he died.
Huge win for states rights and MAHA!
The special provisions for pesticides (and herbicides like glyphosate) was just stripped from the farm bill by an overwhelming majority!
RFK Jr.:
"There's three giant corporations: BlackRock, State Street & Vanguard."
"They've now decided to buy every single family home in America...They literally are trying to buy everything."
"Larry Fink, the CEO of BlackRock, is on the board of the World Economic Forum & they've said we want this Great Reset, which is...you will own nothing and you will be happy."
"And because they have a huge bank book...your kids do not have a chance to buy that home, because they can't out compete BlackRock."
Having been called a liar by Anthony Fauci for saying that "not one of the 72 vaccines mandated for children has ever been safety tested", RFK Jr. sued Fauci.
After a year of stonewalling, Fauci's lawyers admitted that RFK Jr. had been right all along.
"There's no downstream liability, there's no front-end safety testing... and there's no marketing and advertising costs, because the federal government is ordering 78 million school kids to take that vaccine every year."
"What better product could you have? And so there was a gold rush to add all these new vaccines to the schedule... because if you get onto that schedule, it's a billion dollars a year for your company."
"So we got all of these new vaccines, 72 shots, 16 vaccines... And that year, 1989, we saw an explosion in chronic disease in American children... ADHD, sleep disorders, language delays, ASD, autism, Tourette's syndrome, ticks, narcolepsy."
"Autism went from one in 10,000 in my generation... to one in every 34 kids today."
If you’re wondering how our elections in America are always so close, like how Democrats pulled ahead in Virginia’s redistricting within a few percentage points, this is how
Former CIA Operations Officer Gary Berntsen explains there are teams of people who rig our elections and keep the vote totals extremely close, by slim margins, so it’s believable and hard to prove fraud
Lara Logan interviews Former CIA operations officer Gary Berntsen. He explains, in detail, how elections are being stolen in America
He describes there are teams of statisticians, mathematicians, and hackers who map out every county and identify where margins can be quietly adjusted
Different techniques are used in each location so nothing matches in a recount. When a 70-30 county becomes 68-32, nobody notices. But when you add up these differences across an entire state, those tiny amounts of fraud decide outcomes
Both former CIA operations officer Gary Berntsen and author Ralph Pezzullo explain the strategy. They explain they don't flip the big blue cities. Instead they shave votes in the places no one ever audits
“They know where they can find the dead people... Mm-hmm.”
“They plan this, It's meticulous. It's meticulous. These guys are experts at this. It's not just a few guys in a back room. You're talking about hundreds of statisticians and engineers, and they work it, you know, for a year to plan and mathematicians and hackers.”
“We had a map out of Colorado when we were talking to our engineers, the guys that designed it, that stole the elections.
— We just go to every one place where Trump wins 70-30 and — Shaved it off.
We shave in every other place. We don't go near a Democratic place, because when they wanna do recounts, they're gonna go to the Democratic places. They don't realize we shaved in every other committee. We know every other county.
We know how to do this. And then in each of those things where they shave, they shave with a different technique in each one of those. So if you found something in, in one county, there's no continuity around the state that way.
So this is why the Republicans are so much at fault, because they have the power and the ability to show in their areas they can allow access to the machines, they can allow access to the source code”
People need to go to prison. Democrats are stealing elections nationwide in every county, in every state of America
WIOAH 🚨 James O’Keefe went undercover in Los Angeles posing as homeless
‘On hidden cameras, petitioners admitted they are paid $7–$10 per signature — earning $1,000 or more per day’
🚨 The homeless are being farmed for votes and paid cash and drugs
I think about this scene often. It’s from the movie A River Runs Through It. Turn up the volume and give this a listen before bed.
You won’t regret it.
Muslim countries that support today's U.S strike on Iran: Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Turkey, UAE, Bahrain
Muslim countries that DO NOT support today's U.S. strike on Iran: France, United Kingdom
So many in #VolTwitter have desired to have a way to help @wesruckerTBA family.
His wonderful sister has set up a go fund me account. Please give as you can.
https://t.co/er4gTvbLb5
Hiroyuki Sanada dijo una vez: "Hay quienes desean una piscina en su casa, mientras que aquellos que la tienen apenas la usan. Quienes han perdido a un ser querido lo extrañan profundamente, mientras que otros que los tienen cerca a menudo se quejan de ellos. Quien no tiene pareja la anhela, pero quien la tiene, a veces no la valora. El que pasa hambre daría todo por un plato de comida, mientras que quien tiene de sobra se queja del sabor. El que no tiene coche lo sueña, mientras que quien lo tiene siempre busca uno mejor. La clave está en ser agradecido, en detenerse a mirar lo que poseemos y comprender que, en algún lugar, alguien daría todo por lo que tú ya tienes y no aprecias".
BREAKING: The “Uniparty” in D.C. has allegedly misappropriated $55 trillion from American taxpayers since 2008, says former HUD Assistant Secretary Catherine Austin Fitts.
Every day, for the prior 4 years under the Biden Administration, our country was mass invaded and forcibly occupied by illegal aliens.
Innocent American children were raped, mutilated and murdered.
Entire towns (Springfield, Columbus, Eu Claire) were resettled. Entire neighborhoods were turned into refugee camps. Entire communities were transformed.
Schools and medical systems ravaged.
The treasury raided.
Walkable communities made unlivable.
Family parks made into crime scenes.
Communities scarred, besieged.
These are incomparable crimes against nation and citizen.
Yet, not one day in that long and brutal nightmare did the corrupt press show one tiny microscopic fraction of the outrage they now hurl at the brave HEROES courageously reversing this invasion in the face of unceasing far-left assault.
That is because the corrupt press is a key instrument in the Left’s quest for national dissolution.