Yanking a rock from Rachel because Oskar threw a fit about losing to every country on the planet, on the biggest stage is a total travesty. I’d be willing to bet she’s never had that happen until now. This is targeting and a fuckin joke.
🔥🚨BREAKING: Turning Point USA’s All American Halftime Show has exceeded 20 million views on YouTube and reached a total of 40 to 50 million views across all platforms.
Kid Rock TORCHES ‘DEI Hire’ Jay-Z After TPUSA’s All American Halftime Show Humiliated the NFL:
“I don't know if I am so much surprised when I was doing it.. but it was just so overwhelming people found out I was doing it that reached out to me last night was just OVERWHELMING so I wasn't super surprised..I thought it was going to move some mountains and make some waves"
"It all started in back 2016 when Colin Kaepernick took a knee to protest police brutality and racial injustice... Goodell had a problem on his hands back then and he asked how do I get out of this and keep making the tens of millions of dollars a year that I make in a predominantly black league..so he goes maybe Jay Z will do it..I respect his music but he seems kind of like a DEI hire."
"The year there were just gonna kinda double down and to conservatives..to The MAGA and crowd to my base to everything."
The @TPUSA All-American Halftime Show was so incredible. Charlie would’ve absolutely loved it. Thank you to the millions that tuned in. I’m so proud of our entire team, staff, and the artists who believed in the vision and mission @KidRock@brantleygilbert@leebrice@GabbyBarrett_ . It’s okay to love Jesus and your country.
Ultimately, this is what it’s all about, making Heaven crowded.
…I love you Charlie baby, this is all for you.
I locked the classroom door and turned to twenty five high school seniors, the Class of 2026. They were supposed to be the digital generation, confident and plugged in. Instead, staring back at me under the glow of hidden phones, they just looked tired.
I asked them to turn their phones off. Not silent. Off.
On my desk sat an old olive green military rucksack that belonged to my father. For weeks they ignored it, assuming it was just junk. They didn’t know it was the heaviest thing in the building.
I dragged it to the center of the room. Thud.
I told them we weren’t doing the Constitution that day. I handed out blank index cards with three rules. No names. Total honesty. Write down the heaviest thing you are carrying.
At first, no one moved. Then Sarah, straight A student, perfect everything, started writing. Then Marcus, the football captain, hunched over his card and wrote just three words.
One by one, they folded their cards and dropped them into the bag.
I zipped it shut and told them this bag was who they really were. Then I began to read.
A father pretending to go to work after losing his job. A student carrying Narcan for their mom. A kid mapping exits everywhere. A teen trapped between parents screaming about politics. A girl with thousands of followers crying alone at night.
Then the last card.
I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m just waiting for a sign to stay.
Marcus was crying openly. Sarah was holding the hand of a boy who usually sat alone. The cliques were gone. They were just kids carrying too much.
I told them the bag would stay in the room so they wouldn’t have to carry it alone anymore.
When the bell rang, no one rushed out. Every student stopped and touched the rucksack on the way out. I see you.
That night, a parent emailed me. Their son hugged them for the first time in years and asked for help.
Everyone you pass is carrying something you can’t see. Be kind. Be curious. Ask the people you love what they’re carrying. You might save a life.
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"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
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Credit: Mary Nelson
I officially opened Alberta’s new international office in Abu Dhabi, one of the world’s key centres for energy and innovation, and home base for our province’s work in helping our businesses access growing middle eastern markets.
This new office will connect Alberta companies with business opportunities in energy, AI, agriculture and several other sectors, and to ensure strong government to government relationships to ensure barriers to our entrepreneurs are minimized.
It was also a pleasure to tour the Alberta booths at ADIPEC and see our world-class Alberta companies showcasing their expertise, innovation, and leadership on the global stage.
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