The richest man in America signed a document that could have gotten him hanged, and when someone sneered that he was safe because no one would know which Charles Carroll to come for, he picked up the pen and told the British exactly where to find him.
His name was Charles Carroll, and the colonies were crawling with men who shared it. His own father was Charles Carroll of Annapolis. So when the Declaration of Independence came to him for signing in 1776, a delegate made a cruel little joke. He said Carroll risked nothing by signing. There were so many Charles Carrolls that the King's men would never know which one to hang.
Carroll didn't argue. He leaned over the page and added three words to his signature: "of Carrollton." The name of his estate. His address. He was the only signer in the entire room who wrote down where he lived, and he did it on purpose, so that if the British wanted to come hang the traitor, they would know exactly which door to knock on.
That is who Charles Carroll of Carrollton was.
Here is what makes the moment even sharper. He was not a man with little to lose. He was the single wealthiest man in the thirteen colonies and the largest private landowner among them. While George Washington and John Hancock get talked about as rich men, it was Carroll who topped them all. When he signed, he was wagering the biggest personal fortune in America against a noose.
And he was the last man anyone would have expected to be there at all. Carroll was Catholic. In colonial Maryland, a colony founded as a Catholic refuge that had since turned on its own, Catholics could not vote. They could not hold public office. They could not worship in public. The most educated, wealthiest man in America was, in the eyes of the law, a second-class subject barred from the very government he was helping to create. He had spent seventeen years being educated by Jesuits in France and spoke five languages fluently, and back home he still could not legally cast a ballot.
So he became the only Catholic to sign the Declaration of Independence, putting his name on a revolution that he hoped would build a country with room for men like him. That was its own enormous bet, made by a man the existing system had already shut out.
Then he simply outlived everyone.
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died on the same astonishing day, July 4, 1826, exactly fifty years after the Declaration. When they were gone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last living signer left on earth. For six more years he was the final human link to that room in Philadelphia, the last hand that had signed, a living relic of the founding that ordinary Americans traveled to see and shake.
He finally died in November 1832 at the age of ninety-five, fifty-six years after he wrote his address on a treason document and dared the empire to come find him.
The richest man in America. The only Catholic. The last one standing. He had more to lose than any of them, every legal reason to stay quiet, and he signed his full address anyway.
We remember the names we were handed in school. We forget the man who made sure his couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's.
Which Founding Father do you think history shortchanged the most?
Nine years ago, I was a brand-new mom and a completely innocent Cambridge historian.
Then the Russia Hoax hit, and I watched my entire life get ripped apart.
The man who sat at the very top of that whole operation was Barack Obama.
It was an organized conspiracy.
The weaponization of the intelligence agencies against a political opponent, Donald Trump, had the fingerprints of the sitting president, Barrack Obama, all over it.
Let’s be clear.
Immediately after Trump won in 2016, Obama personally ordered his intelligence chiefs to crank out the now-infamous “Obama Dossier”—the January 2017 Intelligence Community Assessment.
Obama gave his intelligence chiefs the conclusion: President Trump was installed by Russia, and that his National Security Advisor General Michael Flynn colluded with Russian intelligence.
That document became the official green light for two solid years of leaks, lies, and lawfare aimed at crippling the incoming Trump administration. In its classified section hidden in plain sight was the false Flynn allegation.
The 2017 Intelligence Community Assessment completely relied on the fraudulent "Steele Dossier." On January 5, 2017, Obama was fully briefed on the Steele Dossier—fabricated smears against Donald Trump and his advisors, paid for by the Clinton campaign. Obama knew exactly where it came from and how fake it was.
Yet his team directed that this garbage shaped key intelligence judgments and used it to justify the persecution of President Trump and his associates.
Crossfire Hurricane—the FBI’s full-blown counterintelligence probe into the Trump campaign—was already rolling under his watch. The whole scheme rested on the flimsiest predicate imaginable—Special Counsel John Durham later confirmed that. Obama’s White House ordered regular updates on the "investigation's" progress.
John Brennan and his inner circle ran point. Crucially the targeting of General Michael Flynn started while Obama was in the Oval Office.
All this activity went far beyond passive oversight. Direction came straight from the very top.
I lived through the fallout. The same machine Obama’s people enabled turned a simple academic dinner into a spy smear against me and painted General Flynn as a Russian asset. A highly-paid CIA asset lied to the FBI that I had an affair with Gen. Flynn. Careers were shattered. Reputations were torched. An entire presidency was hobbled before it even got off the ground.
These were the crimes against the Constitution—abuse of power, weaponization of intelligence, and interference in a peaceful transfer of power. All of it was orchestrated or green-lit from the highest levels.
Far from being some distant guy who got “briefed and forgot,” Obama made the call that kicked the whole process into gear the moment his party lost the election. That timing came as no accident. It was the whole point.
The Durham Report, fresh declassifications, and ongoing investigations are finally dragging the full truth into the light—the truth so many of us have known for years.
Every American must see it too.
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Let’s get my position on the Republican Party crystal clear. I’ve been a registered Republican since Bill Clinton turned the Oval Office into his own personal brothel. Now that Senate Majority John Thune refuses to protect election integrity, I am disgusted with my party. I will NEVER vote for a Democrat in my life, but the RINO elements destroying the Republican party are a disgrace. I am a devout follower of President Trump, and as a registered Independent will continue to vote with Republicans when they stand behind this great President and act like Republicans again. Democrats, the ragtag band of con artists and grifters that they are, manage to work together in lockstep, but getting Republicans to accomplish anything is like herding cats. It’s absolutely infuriating.
Chicago-area mom, Lindsay Pinchuk, is calling for lawsuits against CTU, CPS, and the city of Chicago after kids were pulled from class and bused to the May Day protests. CPS parents hired attorney Bill Quinlan and sent a formal demand letter, but no lawsuits have been filed yet.
Lindsay is speaking out because she remembers what it was like to be taught how to think, not what to think. She shares her 8th-grade election project from 1992, which taught her how to research the issues, think critically, and form her own opinions.
Who else misses the days when we didn’t know who our teachers voted for and we were actually taught to think for ourselves?
Our kids today are being indoctrinated with a one-sided political agenda, and as she says, that is as anti-American as it gets.
Christmas, 1967. Vietnam. Bob Hope cracks a joke. Then the ground erupts. Rocket impact. The stage shakes. 10,000 troops hit the dirt — mud, helmets, silence.
Secret Service and MPs rush him. “Sir, we’re evacuating. Now.”
Bob Hope steps back to the mic.
He looks at 10,000 men flat on Christmas Day, 9,000 miles from their kids, and says:
“Relax, fellas. If they’re shooting at us, that means we’re the most important people in the world.”
The mud laughs. Then stands up.
And the show goes on.
That wasn’t bravery for cameras. That was Tuesday for Bob Hope.
1941: He starts with 300 soldiers in California. Sees their faces. Gets addicted.
“I looked at them, they laughed at me, and it was love at first sight,” he said.
He never kicked it.
So he chased the wars.
North Africa, 1943 — while the desert was still on fire.
South Pacific, 1944 — island to island, with snipers in the trees.
Korea, 1950 — performing in parkas, breath freezing on the mic.
Vietnam, 1964–1972 — every. single. Christmas.
No five-star hotels. He flew in C-130s with the troops. Ate what they ate. Slept on cots that smelled like mildew and diesel.
And he brought backup: Ann-Margret, Raquel Welch, Joey Heatherton.
Why? Because “a girl in sequins on a plywood stage in a war zone isn’t a show. It’s a reminder. That home is real. That you’re going back.”
He wasn’t drafted. He wasn’t paid extra.
He turned down millions to spend Christmas with strangers who had rifles.
31 Christmases in a row.
1942 to 1972. No breaks. No excuses.
Your dad missed one Christmas for work and you still bring it up.
Bob Hope missed 31 with his wife and kids… on purpose.
And when the wars “ended”? He kept going.
1983: Beirut, days after 241 Marines were killed.
1987: Persian Gulf.
1990: Desert Storm. He was 87. Eighty. Seven.
Four wars. Five decades. 11–15 million troops.
He buried friends. He flew through flak. He told jokes while doctors did triage 50 feet away.
A reporter asked him after that rocket attack: “Why risk it? You could do this in Vegas.”
Hope smiled. “Because Christmas in a war zone is when a laugh weighs the most.”
He died in 2003 at 100 years old.
No one remembers his monologue timing.
They remember the sound of hope — literal Hope — cutting through artillery.
He never fired a shot.
But he stood on more battlefields than most generals.
He never wore a uniform.
But he showed up more than anyone who did.
On the one day a year when being away from home breaks you… he was there.
31 times.
That’s not a career.
That’s a commitment.
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. @Mike_Pence wants to warn Republicans about the “siren song of populism.” I want to remind him of what the last half-century of his “traditional conservative principles” actually produced.
1. It produced NAFTA.
2. It produced the WTO deal that handed China our manufacturing base.
3. It produced twenty years of nation-building in the Middle East while our own Nation crumbled.
4. It produced a ruling class of Republicans who won elections, controlled committees, gave speeches about limited government, and delivered NOTHING.
Not one inch of a wall.
Not one factory brought home.
Not one federal agency, activity or department reined in.
NOTHING, so stop with your BS!
Mike, that is the path you want us to return to. You call it principle. I call it failure with a flag pin on the lapel.
The American people did not drift toward populism. They ran toward it because the alternative was another decade of men like you (@VP45) managing their decline while assuring them it was conservatism.
We are done being managed.
We are done being lectured.
We are done watching Washington Republicans cash out while the country falls apart.
There is no time for choosing, Mike. The choice was made (three times to be exact). The only person who hasn’t accepted it is YOU.
You may as well be speaking to the hand! You’re wasting your time if you believe for a second that you have a shot at the presidency.
Americans are now demanding far more leadership than you ever demonstrated.
Have a nice day!
Thank you for your attention to this matter!
"Ken Hubbs and I were both religious.
We were always joking, trying to convert each other.
I’m Catholic, he was a Mormon.
But after he died, I had to see a priest. I couldn’t understand it.
I mean he loved life.
Ken was a great human being.
This was a kid who didn’t even smoke or drink.
Why him?”
Ron Santo.
"Lots of young players do something special, and you can’t talk to them anymore.
Not Ken.
One day, he got seven hits in a doubleheader.
Pretty good for a rookie.
But he didn’t talk or act any differently than when he didn’t get a hit."
Ernie Banks.
Ken Hubbs died at age 22 when the private plane he was piloting crashed near Provo, Utah prior to the 1964 season.
First rookie in baseball history to win a "Gold Glove Award", Ken Hubbs set several fielding records, and convincingly won the 1962 National League Rookie of the Year Award.
At the time of his death, Ken Hubbs was among the best defensive second basemen in the game.
Ken Hubbs was offered a scholarship by UCLA coach John Wooden and was recruited to play football by Notre Dame.
Ken Hubbs accepted a $50,000 signing bonus to play for the Chicago Cubs, over football offers from USC and Brigham Young.
"Kenneth Douglas Hubbs was more than just another baseball player.
He was the kind of athlete all games need.
A devout Mormon, a cheerful leader, a picture-book player, blond-haired, healthy, generous with his time for young boys:
He was the kind of youth in short supply in these selfish times."
Jim Murray, Los Angeles Times.
Ron Santo and Ken Hubbs.
A Mother's Day Letter to America
There are some things a man does not write about until he is old enough to understand what he was given. I decided since it is Mother’s Day, I am setting the news cycle aside for a moment, because some truths are bigger than the daily fight.
I grew up as one of nine children in a small house in Middletown, Rhode Island. My father was a hard man with a soft heart, and he never asked the country for anything he had not first given it. My mother, Helen, held the center of our home together through every season of our lives. She raised nine of us, fed us, clothed us, prayed over us, taught us right from wrong, and somehow still found the energy to fight for her community. She ran for office at the local level at a time when most women her age were told to stay quiet, and she refused to. She taught us to kneel before God and to stand before no man. She taught us that we serve the country that gave us life. She taught us that strength is measured by what we carry, not by what we complain about.
When I look back at every hard day I have ever had, and there have been more than a few, I hear her voice before I hear my own. That is what a mother does. She becomes the first sound in your conscience and the last voice in your prayers.
The Founders understood something that this culture has allowed itself to mock. They understood that the Republic does not begin in the Capitol. It begins at the kitchen table. It begins with the mother who teaches her child to read the Bible before he learns to read a screen. It begins with the woman who tells her son that lying is beneath him and that running from his duty is worse than failing at it.
John Adams said the Constitution was made for a moral and religious people and would be wholly inadequate for any other. The men who built that moral and religious people were trained at home, by their mothers, long before they ever sat in a classroom or stood in a regiment.
We have spent generations laughing at that woman.
Hollywood mocked her. The universities re-educated her daughters against her. The federal bureaucracy taxed her family until she had to leave the home she wanted to stay in. The technology companies took her children's attention and sold it to the highest bidder. Then the same culture that broke her down turned around and asked why our young people are anxious, fatherless, faithless, and unwilling to defend the country that raised them.
You cannot remove the mother from the Republic and expect the Republic to survive. It is that simple. It has always been that simple.
Fifth-generation warfare, the kind I have written about and warned about for years, is fought for the human mind. The terrain is the heart, the imagination, and the soul of a child. The first defender of that terrain is not a soldier. It is a mother. Every American mother who turns off the poison and reads to her child instead is defending the country. Every mother who walks her family into a church on Sunday is defending the country. Every mother who shows up at a school board meeting and refuses to sit down is defending the country. She is protecting the next generation of free citizens, and she is doing it with greater consequence than most of the officials elected to do the same job.
That is not sentimental language. It is an operational reality. The enemies of this country know it. They have studied it. They target the family because they understand that if the American family falls, the Nation falls behind it. Mothers are the front line. They have always been the front line.
I cannot write this without saying what needs to be said.
For ten years, my family carried a weight no family should ever have to carry. Ten years of investigation, of slander, of legal warfare waged by the most powerful institutions in this country against one American and the people who loved him. My wife, Lori, never broke. My sisters never broke. My daughters-in-law never broke. My mother, watching from heaven, never let me break either. If you have ever wondered what holds a man together when the full weight of a corrupt federal system is trying to crush him, I will tell you. It is not bravado. It is not press releases. It is a wife who looks you in the eye at the end of the worst day and tells you to keep going. It is the women in your life who refuse to let evil have the last word.
Everyone reading this knows a woman like that. Honor her today and every day after.
The Almighty did not make you for comfort. He made you for purpose. There is no purpose more sacred than the one He placed in your hands when He gave you a child.
Almighty God, on this Mother's Day, we thank You for the mothers of this Republic. Bless the mothers raising children in fatherless homes. Bless the mothers who buried a son or daughter in uniform. Bless the mothers who pray through the night for a child who has lost his way. Bless the mothers who walk into school board meetings shaking and walk out unbroken. Bless the mothers in heaven who still watch over us, including my own. Strengthen them, protect them, and use them, Lord, to raise up the next generation of patriots this Nation will need. In Your Holy Name we pray, Amen.
To every mother reading this, thank you. You are the reason this Republic still has a fighting chance.
Happy Mother's Day.
2009. Chuck Schumer gives one of the strongest speeches against illegal immigration ever given by a politician, from either side of the aisle.
This speech is mind-blowing. Hearing Schumer now insult ICE and Border Patrol and advocate for illegal immigrants, it's hard to believe that this video is real but it is.
Virtually every word of his 30 minute speech was about the need to curb illegal immigration. Schumer hit on everything from border security to biometric verification systems.
Schumer was not alone back then. Obama, Biden, and Hillary all took similar stances against illegal immigration during their campaigns for the 2008 Presidential election.
The Democrat party has moved so far left on immigration that by 2021, a Democrat President had effectively opened the border and ended deportations. The party just keeps moving further left on immigration. Democrat politicians now regularly incite violence against ICE by calling them nazis and gestapo.
🚨Construction worker drops truth bomb on NC teachers’ union “sick-out” today:🚨
“I work in construction. My son’s school is closed because teachers called out to protest in Raleigh. I don’t get paid if I don’t show up — no work, no paycheck.
Just talked to his teacher. She admitted they’re getting full pay tomorrow while marching.
I’m done. These entitled folks don’t deserve another dime in raises. As a taxpayer, I’m saying: end the pensions for government workers too. I have none. I grind 10-hour days, 6 days a week. No safety net. Why should they?
Teachers: do your job or find another one. Our kids come first — not your rally.”
Paul Locklear (and thousands of working parents nodding along)
#TeachersStrike #NCSchools #KidsFirst #TaxpayerAnger #EndEntitlement #PublicEducationFail #NCTeachers #RaleighProtest #WorkForPay #SchoolChoice
BREAKING NEWS: Mayo Clinic is offering me an "Executive Director" position for up to $400k 😃
Oh and they're not the only one. My email inbox is suddenly filling up with Executive job offers from several big Pharmaceutical companies.
So this is what I get for helping 9000+ Cancer patients with Ivermectin & Mebendazole and leading the largest Ivermectin Cancer Project in the world?
After talking about a New Florida Cancer Clinic? 🤔
If they can't sabotage me, they'll just buy me out? 💵
I have to admit, it is mildly amusing.
Ten years ago, I may have jumped at something like this. It's almost tailor made for me.
But at this stage of my life...can't say I felt even a hint of temptation. They really don't know me very well 😃
Sorry, Mayo Clinic.
I'm building a Cancer Center in Florida.
It's going to be a bit different from yours. 😉
I love this. 👇
To the person who wrote this, thank you for sharing what so many of us think of our President.♥️🇺🇸
Mr. President,
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I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Probably not. But I’m writing it anyway because my wife and I talk about this all the time, and somebody needs to say it out loud.
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We can’t wait for the day you’re no longer President.
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Not because we’re tired of you. The opposite. Because you deserve to go home. You deserve quiet mornings. You deserve to sit on your own porch without the weight of 330 million people sitting on your shoulders. You deserve your family back. You deserve peace.
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You didn’t have to do any of this.
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You had the money.
You had the name.
You had the life most men only dream about.
You could’ve spent the rest of your days golfing, traveling, watching your grandkids grow up.
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Instead you stepped into a fire that nearly cost you everything.
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They mocked you. They sued you. They raided your home. They tried to bankrupt you. They tried to lock you up. They dragged your wife and kids through the mud. They put a bullet through your ear and you got up with your fist in the air and kept going.
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For what?
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For us. Regular people. Truck drivers. Welders. Waitresses. Roughnecks. Farmers. Single moms working two jobs. Grandparents on a fixed income watching the country they built get handed away.
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You didn’t owe us a thing. And you gave us everything.
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You risked your name. Your legacy. Your safety. Your family’s safety. Your brand. Your freedom. All of it. So this country could have one more shot at being what it was supposed to be.
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And the truth nobody wants to admit?
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We didn’t deserve a President like you.
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A nation this divided, this ungrateful, this asleep at the wheel didn’t earn a man willing to bleed for it. But God sent you anyway. And I’ll thank Him for that until the day I die. 🙏
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So when the day finally comes that you walk away from that desk, I hope you sleep good. I hope your wife laughs again without looking over her shoulder. I hope your kids breathe easy. I hope you golf till the sun goes down and nobody bothers you for nothing.
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You earned every bit of it.
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Thank you, Mr. President. From a truck driver in Texas who prays for you often.
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God bless you. God bless your family. And God bless the United States of America. 🇺🇸
In late 1960s Bishop Sheen predicted that the ruination of many countries in future will not be caused by wars, but by FALSE COMPASSION.
Bp. Sheen: "False compassion is a pity shown, not to the mugged but to the mugger; not to the family of the murdered, but to the murderer."
Dear @LeaderJohnThune@SpeakerJohnson
I am an American. I was born in the US, to 2 American citizens; a mother and a father. I am not a colonizer, descendant of slaves or plantation owners.
I am a woman, not a “CIS” anything. I ovulated, conceived, carried and gave birth to my child. I am a mother, not a birthing person.
I am heterosexual and monogamous.
I respond to ma’am, miss, Mrs., woman, lady, girl, she and her. I don’t identify, I am.
I work for everything I possess. I am self reliant and responsible. I am not anyone’s liability or financial burden.
I do not answer to the government, they are accountable to me.
I know my rights as the Constitution outlines. I know the Constitution restricts government, not citizens.
I am Christian, specifically Roman Catholic. My faith is non negotiable.
I will not comply with mandates, government overreach, abuse of power or tyranny.
I respect the military, veterans, law enforcement, and first responders.
Blue collar professions have built this country and are invaluable.
I do not factor in your race, creed, skin tone, sexual orientation, political or religious affiliation or socioeconomic status. You are either a decent person with a moral compass or you are not.
I am a proud American who is ashamed and embarrassed by the self absorbed, self serving politicians that have not honored their oath. They must be held accountable.
I exercise my responsibility and right to legally vote in every local, state and national election.
I will do everything in my power to primary and vote out every elected official that does not publicly support President Trump’s Executive Orders, agenda or administration.
Nov 5th was the moment that birthed the movement, dedicated to returning America to greatness for our selves and future generations.
You are either with us or you will be voted out.
I know I’m not the only one and we’re not going anywhere.
#PassTheSaveAmericaAct