🚨#BREAKING: It has been revealed that the Black male wielding a knife and threatening to k*ll passengers on the Charlotte NC Light Rail this week on the SAME TRAIN where Iryna Zarutska was m*rdered...
...IS A VIOLENT, REPEAT OFFENDER WITH OVER 19 CHARGES!!!
He has MULTIPLE violent charges including assaulting women and government employees.
HOW WAS THIS MAN EVER ALLOWED ON THE TRAIN WITH A KNIFE?!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE WE LEARNED LITERALLY NOTHING FROM IRYNA?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday, President Trump!
Thank you for never backing down, never quitting, and always putting America first. Your strength, determination, and love for this country have inspired millions of Americans.
Wishing you good health, happiness, and many more years of success.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President.
The vile things they're doing to Austin Metcalf's grave are exactly why Erika Kirk should never reveal Charlie's burial location.
Our society has sunk to new depths of depravity.
A guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying, "Free to good home, you want it you take it."
For three days, the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it.
He eventually decided that people were rather skeptical about such a good deal, so he changed the sign to read, "Fridge for sale, $50."
The next day, someone stole it.
🎉 HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY TO PRESIDENT TRUMP!🇺🇸
The 45th and 47th President turns 80 today as America prepares to celebrate its 250th birthday.
Still fighting. Still winning. Still driving the political establishment crazy.
A political force unlike any other in modern American history.
Happy Birthday, Mr. President!
Are you chronically late?
I am usually early or right on time.
I know it’s an unpopular opinion, but I think it’s rude and disrespectful of other peoples’ time.
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Arthur McCann from Norwood, Massachusetts has transformed this lawn into the most jaw-dropping, massive, and perfectly precise American flag you've ever seen.
Don’t argue with people over sixty. Just don’t.
It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival.
They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself.
As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove.
They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark.
Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just a quick wash under the garden hose and a Band-Aid. If a bone wasn't sticking out, you were fine.
They drank water straight from that same hose, ate Wonder Bread covered in butter and sugar, shared a single glass bottle of Coke among five friends, and somehow didn't die from a lack of sanitization.
This is the generation that knows how to rewind a cassette tape with a No. 2 pencil. They know the suspense of waiting all week for a movie to air on TV, because if you missed it, it was gone. They remember rotary phones, looking up a family in a massive paper phonebook, and the excitement of getting a color television.
They survived party lines, typewriter ribbons, early brick cell phones, and flip phones — and today, they might accidentally send you a 7-minute voice memo where the first 6 minutes are just them breathing and asking, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
And don't you dare laugh.
Because without a GPS, these people could drive halfway across the country using nothing but an old paper map, a cooler full of sandwiches, and the gut feeling that "the exit should be coming up somewhere around here."
They are the ultimate masters of household magic. They can stitch, tighten, glue, and fix just about anything. And somewhere in their pantry, they have a "bag of bags" that is literally older than half the gadgets you own.
Leave people over sixty alone. They saw the world before the internet, and they navigated the world after it. And through it all, they didn't just get by — they thrived.
Don’t argue with people over sixty. Just don’t.
It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival.
They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself.
As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove.
They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark.
Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just a quick wash under the garden hose and a Band-Aid. If a bone wasn't sticking out, you were fine.
They drank water straight from that same hose, ate Wonder Bread covered in butter and sugar, shared a single glass bottle of Coke among five friends, and somehow didn't die from a lack of sanitization.
This is the generation that knows how to rewind a cassette tape with a No. 2 pencil. They know the suspense of waiting all week for a movie to air on TV, because if you missed it, it was gone. They remember rotary phones, looking up a family in a massive paper phonebook, and the excitement of getting a color television.
They survived party lines, typewriter ribbons, early brick cell phones, and flip phones — and today, they might accidentally send you a 7-minute voice memo where the first 6 minutes are just them breathing and asking, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
And don't you dare laugh.
Because without a GPS, these people could drive halfway across the country using nothing but an old paper map, a cooler full of sandwiches, and the gut feeling that "the exit should be coming up somewhere around here."
They are the ultimate masters of household magic. They can stitch, tighten, glue, and fix just about anything. And somewhere in their pantry, they have a "bag of bags" that is literally older than half the gadgets you own.
Leave people over sixty alone. They saw the world before the internet, and they navigated the world after it. And through it all, they didn't just get by — they thrived.
“America is a gun”
You’re damn right we are
We are a warrior people
We were born from war
We fought to make slaves free
We fought to make people around the world free
We’ve dropped into hot zones to rescue the innocent
We’ve made zones hot to quench the wicked
But we’re also a poetic people
We’ve fed more, clothed more, rescued more than anyone else
We’ve cured diseases
We’ve invented things to make life better, work easier, and downtime more relaxing
I am proud to be American
I am proud of the vast majority of my fellow Americans
May God bless you
And
May God bless America