Calling me home through the fire and snow
Voices of a north in the cold wind blow
Shadows in the night, but the stars still glow
If I fall tonight, let the whole world know👊
This is one of the largest flags ever flown in the United States behind a moving vehicle. Happy birthday America!! I had to share this unreal (but completely real) video by the Diesel Brothers. Insane stuff guys.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Dear Sane America,
We are fucking done. We’re sick and damn tired of being force-fed this suicidal lie that every backwards, violent, or incompatible culture on the planet must be imported, celebrated, and protected....while our own is shit on, dismantled, and erased in real time. Our cities are turned into third-world shitholes by millions of unvetted invaders who bring their tribal hatreds, gang violence, welfare dependency, and medieval attitudes with them. Our schools brainwash our kids to despise their own heritage while waving rainbow flags for every exotic import. Our borders were wide open sewers. Our founding stock is told to shut up and die off quietly so the globalist parasites and their imported voting blocs can finish looting what’s left. They mock our flag, burn our history, tear down our monuments, and call our grandparents “oppressors.”
Meanwhile, we’re expected to genuflect to cultures that still practice female genital mutilation, honor killings, arranged cousin marriages, and religious supremacy that treats women and outsiders like cattle. But heaven forbid we prefer the culture that actually built hospitals, invented the modern world, and gave more freedom and opportunity to more people than any other in history. Call us racists. Call us bigots. We don’t give a shit anymore.
The experiment in “diversity is our strength” has been a catastrophic failure, written in blood, crime stats, collapsing social trust, and trillions wasted. Every honest study, every honest neighborhood that’s been transformed, every honest person who’s watched their town turn unrecognizable proves it. Multiculturalism isn’t enrichment, it’s replacement. And the people pushing it hardest live in gated communities far from the consequences. This is our country. Europeans, founders’ descendants, and assimilated Americans built it. We don’t owe the rest of the planet a damn thing except what we voluntarily choose to give. We will not apologize for wanting our children to inherit the civilization their ancestors created instead of some diluted, chaotic, low-trust slum. America First. America Always.
No more apologies. No more guilt. No more tolerance for intolerance aimed at us. If you hate this country and its native culture so much, there are 195 other nations. Get the fuck out. We’re staying, we’re waking up, and we’re taking it back...raw, unapologetic, and by any political means necessary. The sane are no longer asking nicely. A furious, wide-awake American who’s had enough of the bullshit.
I watched my wife push three human beings out of her body like it was an Olympic event.
One labor lasted over 18 HOURS.
EIGHTEEN.
She wasn’t sipping iced lattes, she was white-knuckling through pain that would make a Navy SEAL tap out and ask for his mommy.
And that’s just the delivery part.
Now she runs a full-contact combat zone at home: chasing a toddler who doesn't stop singing, teaching a 10-year-old multiplication and division, and feeding an 8-month-old who thinks sleep is optional.
She does all that on repeat, every single day, while somehow keeping the rest of us alive and mostly sane.
And what recognition does the calendar give her and many other rockstar moms around country?
One measly day.
Mother’s Day.
Fathers?
We show up, provide, protect, and kill the spider the size of a small dog.
One day.
Father’s Day.
Veterans?
The ones who went to war, saw things that broke their bodies and minds, and came home missing pieces?
They get one day too.
Memorial Day gets a long weekend for the rest of us to grill and forget when we should be remembering, and not stuffing hot dogs down our throats.
We honor our fallen heroes for a three-day weekend max.
Jesus Christ?
One day, even though half the country turns it into a shopping spree with inflatable Santas.
Thanksgiving?
The one day we’re supposed to shut up, sit down, and actually feel grateful for the roof, the food, and the family?
One. Single. Day.
But the LGBTQRSTUVWXYZ community?
They get an entire MONTH.
Thirty glorious days of corporate worship.
Every sports team, every Fortune 500 company, every coffee chain, every candy wrapper suddenly explodes in rainbow.
Your cereal wants to be an ally.
Your gum, your coffee and even your cheeseburger.
They’re not just waving it in your face, they’re selling it, branding it, and guilting you into buying it.
Why do they get 30 days when mothers who literally created life get 24 hours?
Because it’s not about rights anymore.
It’s a marketing racket dressed up as compassion. MA tiny percentage of the population gets turned into a cash cow while the rest of us are told to sit down, shut up, and celebrate or else we’re bigots.
Why?
Because guilt sells.
Fear of cancellation prints money.
Companies don’t actually care about the community, they care about looking like they care while your wife who birthed three kids gets a $6.99 card from Walgreens and a “happy Mother’s Day” text from corporate HR.
Mothers built civilization in the delivery room and the kitchen.
Fathers held the line so the rest of it didn’t collapse.
Veterans paid for our freedom in blood.
Jesus Christ LITERALLY DIED FOR YOU, so you could live forever.
And we give them all one day.
But a lifestyle marketing campaign gets a month because nothing says “authenticity” like Target turning your toddler’s underwear into a pride parade.
Enough.
Give mothers the whole damn month.
Or veterans.
Stop pretending a corporate profit orgy is bravery. Real bravery is pushing a baby out after 18 hours of labor then doing it two more times because you love your family more than your comfort.
That’s not a marketing ploy.
That’s a legacy.
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Remembering Bill Wimble today
1/11/1932 - 4/24/2016 #RIP
Bill Wimble won back-to-back NASCAR Late Model Sportsman national championships in 1960-61. In 1963, Wimble, Tiny Lund & 3 others received the Carnegie Medal for rescuing Marvin Panch from his burning Maserati at Daytona.
I grew up in Kingsport, TN
and I never once questioned my Father’s or Mother's income. It was never a discussion. We never once discussed how people voted or for who. We ate homemade meals consisting of meat, potatoes, and vegetables. We never touched anything that did not belong to us. We never opened a refrigerator at anyone's house unless asked to do so. We were taught to respect other peoples property. And we were rewarded for acting properly.
We grew up during a time when we mowed lawns, pulled weeds, babysat, helped with all chores. We, by no means, were given everything we wanted. We were not allowed to stay in our bedrooms all day and we were not allow to sit on the bed during the day. We went outside a lot to play, run with friends, play hide and seek, or went bike riding. We rarely just sat inside.
Bottled water was unheard of, if we wanted water we drank straight from the faucet or hose. If we had a soda, it was in a glass bottle, and we didn’t break the bottle when finished. We saved the bottle for the return money. And, we collected the bottles for the nickel for our next purchase.
We had to tell our parents where we were going, who we were going with, and be home before dark.
You 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 from your parents instead of disrespecting them and treating them as if they knew absolutely nothing. What they said was 𝑳𝑨𝑾 and you did not question it and you had better know it! We watched what we said around our elders and neighbors because we knew if we 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 any grown-up, we would get a real good whooping, it wasn't called abuse, it was called discipline!
We held the doors for others and carried the shopping into the house. We gave up our seat for an older person without being asked.
You didn't hear swear words on the radio in songs or on TV. "Please and Thank you", were part of our daily vocabulary!
The world we live in now is just so full of people who hate and disrespect others.
Friends, consider re-posting if you're thankful for your childhood. I will 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻 where I came from and only wish children and people nowadays had half the chance at the fun and respect for real life we grew up with! And we were never bored!