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Timeline January 20, 2029
12:00 pm President inaugurated, R or D, doesn't matter
12:01 pm CNN and MSNOW viewership drops to zero.
12:02 pm half the country needs immediate psych care
12:03 pm President Trump is playing golf and loving it
or
12:00 pm Trump is still your President
12:01 pm CNN and MSNOW are still in business
12:02 pm half the country still needs psych help and meds
12:03 pm access to bridges and tall structures closed
Imagine being so angry with Trump that you hope Iran will win. Also imagine voting in a religion that took down the World Trade Centers. This is the new radical left.
🚨MURKOWSKI PROVED WRONG🚨
@JamesOKeefeIII has done it again!
He went to the remote Aleutian Islands in Alaska, where Senator Murkowski said these voters would have to travel to Anchorage just to register to vote.
James visited the Unalaska Public Library & the clerk stated that voters CAN register to vote there
as well as prove citizenship.
This video proves that there is no reason for Senator Murkowski to be against the SAVE America Act.
It makes you wonder why Murkowski is against this country-saving legislation when her voters want it.
A person spotted American wine being sold in a grocery store in Kemptville Ontario and alerted CTV who immediately swooped in to confirm the horrible discovery was true.
If you watch this clip & still think everything is ok mentally in Canada then you are part of the problem.
CTV even went to other stores to make sure they weren’t doing the same thing.
Madness.
Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library was the best contribution to child literacy ever made by a celebrity. Our paths crossed once, in the 90s, backstage at a talk show, and I was completely tongue-tied and starstruck. RIP Dolly. You were a complete, irreplaceable one-off.
Before getting too wound up about the flag being lowered for Dolly Parton, you might want to know a little more about the woman being honored.
Dolly supported American service members for years, including work with the USO connecting directly with troops around the world and participation in Department of Defense programs supporting deployed forces. She used her fame to remind our men and women serving far from home that America had not forgotten them.
She also spent decades quietly giving back to this country, most famously through the Imagination Library, which has put hundreds of millions of books into the hands of children.
I wore the uniform for over three decades. I understand what the flag means, and I don’t consider honoring an extraordinary American who spent her life giving back to her country some insult to veterans.
Service to your country can take more than one form. Dolly Parton understood that better than most.
@marceelias You forgot on behalf of the DSA, Cheaters Anonymous, the SPLC, PETA, the TDS Network and a whole host of NGO's that the dirty dems use for backdoor funding. Thanks for the cheap entertainment, when your little lawfare kingdom collapses you can always co-host on The VIEW.
I always understood why the Second Amendment was constitutionally protected.
What I never really understood was why people called it a natural right.
Then I moved from New York to Florida.
I didn’t own a gun yet.
One afternoon I was loading things into the trunk of my car outside a HomeGoods when a man approached me.
“Excuse me.”
He must have thought he’d startled me, because he immediately added, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to get close.”
I laughed.
“I’m a New Yorker. I’m used to close. How can I help you?”
He started telling me that he needed money for gas.
At some point while he was talking, I got into my car.
And sitting there, with the conversation still unfolding, I suddenly realized something:
He didn’t know whether I had a gun.
Not somewhere at home.
Not hypothetically.
For all he knew, I could have had one right there in the car, tucked under the steering wheel or within reach.
I didn’t.
But he couldn’t know that.
Schrödinger’s gun.
And in that instant, before I even knew whether his story was true, something changed in the space between us.
I thought about New York.
I thought about my friend who had been murdered in his own apartment during a burglary gone wrong.
Would those men have gone into his apartment if they had believed he might be armed?
I don’t know.
I thought about the time I was mugged at gunpoint, with a gun pressed against my temple.
Would that man have approached me with the same confidence if he had believed there was even a possibility that I could defend myself?
I don’t know that either.
But sitting there in that Florida parking lot, listening to this stranger talk, I suddenly understood deterrence in a way I never had before.
Not as military theory.
Not as constitutional law.
As something intimate.
My body. My life. The few feet between one person and another.
For years I had thought about guns primarily as objects: who had one, who shouldn’t have one, what laws should govern them.
Suddenly I understood the question from the other direction.
What changes when another person cannot simply assume that I am defenseless?
I felt taller.
Not because I had a gun.
I didn’t.
But because, for the first time, I understood that someone approaching me could not automatically assume that being physically stronger meant having power over me.
There was uncertainty.
There was a boundary around my body that had to be taken seriously.
Then his story began to fall apart.
I told him I didn’t have cash, but offered to help another way. I could put some gas in his car.
He took off.
So apparently, yes, it was a scam.
But by then I had already understood something much larger than the scam.
The phrase natural right finally made sense to me.
The Constitution had not given me ownership of my body.
It had not given me my life.
It had not invented my right to protect either one.
Those things came first.
What I understood that afternoon was the thing underneath them.
I had once been completely helpless while another human being held a gun against my temple.
Years later, without a gun in my possession at all, I understood what it meant for the person approaching me not to know whether I was helpless.
That uncertainty changed the space between us.
And that was the moment I finally understood the natural right behind the Second Amendment:
My life is mine, and
the right to defend it has to exist before anyone gives me permission to do so.
We’ve had a Republican led Senate for almost 2 years.
- 0 recess appointments.
- 0 election laws.
- $40,000,000 weekly to the Taliban.
Our @SenateGOP has been a huge disappointment. They suck.
Nowhere in the founding does it say arms must be “in common use.”
That’s pure judicial fiction from Miller (1939), later adopted in Heller.
The text is clear:
the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
No common-use test.
No permission slip from the Court.
Butter did not live in the fridge in this country until the mid eighties.
It lived on the table. Under a little lid, or a bell of frosted glass, and it stayed put from breakfast to supper. It got a top-up, never a wash and a fresh pack. When it ran low, more went in. It was there the way the salt was there and the teapot was there, and nobody in that house gave it a second thought.
And it was soft. You pulled it straight across warm toast without tearing a hole in the middle, without the wait, without the cold shrapnel that comes off a fridge-hard block.
It sat out through a July afternoon and nothing happened. It sat out through Christmas week beside the cake and nothing happened. Your grandmother kept butter on the side for fifty years and buried nobody.
Butter is around eighty per cent fat, and the water in it is locked in droplets inside that fat with the salt dissolved in them. Bacteria need free water and there is almost none to be had. The fat is the thing keeping it safe.
The fat. The exact property they spent forty years telling your mother would kill her is the property that lets butter sit on a table all summer and behave itself.
She knew none of that and she was right anyway.
Then the government's committee on nutrition reported in 1984, the country was told to cut the fat out, and inside about three years the dish was in a cupboard and there was a tub in the fridge door with a sunflower on the lid.
Butter out of a fridge cannot be spread. It tears the bread and sits on the knife in a lump. The tub beat butter on exactly one thing, which was that it came out already soft, and it only had that advantage because the competition had just been sent somewhere cold on doctor's orders.
Clover launched in September 1983, made by Dairy Crest, which was the processing arm of the Milk Marketing Board. The dairy industry's own company sold Britain the tub.
Then it sold the fix. Spreadable butter is butter with rapeseed oil blended through it so it comes out of the fridge soft, and the market leader runs at sixty four per cent butter to twenty three per cent oil. It costs more than the block it is diluting.
There is a generation now that flinches at a fat left out at room temperature, and the same people will eat mayonnaise out of a jar that has been sat on a warehouse shelf since March.
Leave a dish of it out tomorrow. Watch it sit there all day doing absolutely nothing, then spread it without a fight.
Your fridge is full of things that would have you on the floor by Thursday. The butter was never one of them.
Albertans need to get something through their heads:
Alberta is not obligated to destroy itself to prove its loyalty to Canada.
Our first duty should be protecting Alberta families, workers, businesses, resources and communities.
That principle is going to matter enormously in the months ahead.
#AlbertaFirst
What's stopping the Trump team? Judges and bottom feeders like Marc Elias and Norm Eisen. Not until something is done to impeach the activist judges and stop the lawfare will any indictments be issued. Congress could do something, Jim Jordan for one, but they act like a bunch of neutered chihuahuas barking at the moon.
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Ilhan Omar is so p'issed that Brandon Gill filed a petition to have her deported, she reportedly got in his face and cussed him out
Gill stood his ground & said " do you kiss your brother with that mouth "
Hit that like button if you want Gill to be the next Speaker