Teachers unions are still pushing the easily falsifiable lie that that opting into the Education Freedom Tax Credit would deprive local school districts of funding.
This is of course still untrue. Four things:
1) The scholarships are funded purely by private donors and captures zero state or local tax dollars.
2) The scholarships apply to public school families.
3) Illinois' "hold-harmless" provision legally guarantees that school districts will not receive less state funding than the prior year (even if students transfer out).
4) If @GovPritzker fails to opt in, Illinois taxpayers can still claim the federal tax credit, but the money they donate to scholarships will instead leave Illinois to fund students in states that have opted into the program, like New York, Indiana, Colorado, Nevada, and dozens of others.
Illinois is quite literally preparing to forfeit free federal education funds to the benefit of families in other states just to appease @iftaft and @CTULocal1.
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To see leftist podcasters, comedians, and commentators laugh about political assassination as though it’s entertainment and the destruction of a human life is a punchline, is beyond disgusting.
My husband, Charlie Kirk, was killed in an act of political violence, something our two children and I will live with every day for the rest of our lives.
A culture that laughs at assassination is one of profound moral decay. It threatens the very foundation of our country and the principles that hold our democracy together.
You do not have to agree with someone’s politics to recognize the value of their life. This should not be so hard.
Political violence must never be something this country tolerates, excuses, or celebrates.
It is difficult to imagine people being as ugly on the inside as they are on the outside. Their "apology" is a mere recognition that there are pecuniary consequences to being astounding demonic assholes. I pity the people in their respective families.
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Cash App says they are no longer a sponsor of the show.
Just 20 minutes before the women cracked up at the thought of assassinating Charlie Kirk again, Welch had read an ad for Cash App.
Surprising anyone would want to sponsor this show in the first place.
If you think Democrats care about lowering the price of gas, just remember that on Day One of the Biden admin, two of the first things they did were cancel the Keystone XL pipeline and halt all new oil and gas leases.
This is very personal for me to share.
My biological mother was a stripper working at a club in downtown Seattle. My biological father was one of her clients. She became pregnant with me while struggling with addiction and used drugs throughout her pregnancy. When I was born, I was immediately taken to the ICU to detox and was eventually placed for adoption.
By God’s grace, I was adopted by two wonderful parents who loved me deeply. I was four months old when they picked me up from the orphanage, and they are the only parents I’ve ever known. I never grew up feeling like something was missing. I never felt some deep longing to find my biological parents. I had a mom and dad who loved me, cared for me, sacrificed for me, and gave me a wonderful home.
Years later, after I got married and we had our first child, my wife encouraged me to learn more about my biological history. If for no other reason, she thought it might be good for the sake of our daughter to know whether there was anything medically or genetically significant in my family history.
So I eventually submitted my DNA to Ancestry. Through that, I discovered a half brother, aunts, cousins, and eventually was put in contact with my biological mother.
We were able to meet.
And when I met her, I got to tell her something I’d wanted to tell her for as long as I could remember: thank you.
Thank you for giving me life.
I got to tell her about the wonderful parents who adopted me. I got to tell her that I’d had a good life. I got to tell her about my wife and my children. I wanted her to know that the baby she carried in the middle of all that chaos became a man with a family, a calling, people he loves, people who love him, and a life for which he is profoundly grateful.
I’ve never been angry with her. Never. Not once.
For years I told my wife and children that if my biological mother ever found me, I knew exactly what I would say. I wouldn’t condemn her. I wouldn’t demand explanations. I’d simply thank her for allowing me to live.
Because without that decision, I wouldn’t have the extraordinary wife I have today. I wouldn’t know the indescribable joy of my children. I wouldn’t have experienced the friendships, ministry, laughter, sorrow, beauty, failures, victories, and ordinary moments that have made up my life. There are people I love who wouldn’t know me, children who wouldn’t exist, and a story that never would’ve been written.
She gave me the chance to live it.
We still stay in contact. We speak every few months, and I genuinely enjoy hearing her stories and learning about her life. Since the day I met her, I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her to Himself. I still pray that.
I share all of this because lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about the choices parents make. About life and death. About how much hangs in the balance of decisions made in moments of fear, desperation, darkness, or confusion.
And yes, I’ve been thinking about those three little children whose lives were taken by the very person entrusted with protecting them. It’s difficult for me not to think about my own story alongside theirs. Their lives mattered. Their futures mattered. Everything they might’ve become, everyone they might’ve loved, every ordinary Tuesday morning and Christmas morning and wedding and child and friendship that might’ve filled the decades ahead of them mattered.
And it makes me profoundly grateful that my mother chose differently.
So if there’s a mother or father reading this who’s in a dark place and wondering whether your presence matters, whether your decisions matter, or whether the people who depend on you would somehow be better off without you, please hear me: your choices matter more than you can see from where you’re standing.
Choose life.
Don’t make an irreversible decision in the middle of a season that will pass. Don’t allow a moment of darkness to make a permanent decision about a future you can’t yet see.
Trust the Lord. Ask for help.
Islamic terrorists hijacked an airliner loaded with tens of thousands of gallons of jet fuel and flew it directly into this man’s office building.
Mamdani speaks of the Americans inside as though they simply “died,” then redirects his condemnation toward the American military for what followed.
The impact ripped through the building and ignited an enormous inferno. Jet fuel poured through the structure. Temperatures became unsurvivable. Smoke filled stairwells and offices. Men and women were trapped dozens of floors above the ground with fire advancing behind them and no possible way down.
Some climbed onto shattered windows hundreds of feet above Manhattan.
Some held hands.
Some jumped.
Think about what it takes for a human being to look down from nearly 100 stories and conclude that hitting the pavement at terminal velocity is preferable to what is happening behind them.
They did not choose death because they wanted to die. They chose one form of death because Islamic terrorists had left them facing another… suffocation, incineration, or being crushed beneath a collapsing skyscraper.
Nearly 3,000 people were murdered that morning.
They did not simply “die.”
They were slaughtered by Islamic terrorists.
And when someone recounts September 11 by softening the murder of Americans into passive tragedy, only to recover his moral outrage when discussing America’s response, he reveals where his sympathy and anger actually reside.
September 11 was the deliberate mass murder of Americans, in their offices, aboard their airplanes, and on American soil, by Islamic terrorists.
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The Bolsheviks campaigned on the promise of “land, bread, peace.” After they seized power, they confiscated the land, caused a famine and sparked a ruinous civil war.