Josh Hale 🇺🇸

Patriot. I stand for the Flag. Trump. Tesla.

[Josh Hale 🇺🇸 @Mofohale]

Best kids a Dad could ask for!

[TONY™ @TONYxTWO]

MOTHER OF HERO SPEAKS OUT 🙏🏼

Kaylub Giamanco’s mom just described the phone call she got moments after her son stopped the school shooter in Bend, Oregon.

“He said, Mom, I just shot and kiIIed somebody.”

She asked him to tell her about it.

“A man went into my daughter’s school and shot kids. And I looked at him point blank and I shot and kiIIed him, Mom.”

She told him he saved a lot of lives.

His answer: “Mom, I couldn’t save them all.”

He was driving home from lunch when he heard the shots. He pulled up onto the grass, grabbed his gun, and followed the gunman back into the school. He army-crawled through a window the shooter had already blasted out and ended the attack.

Three kids and a teacher were already gone. His own daughters were safe. Now he’s struggling with the ones he couldn’t reach and asking himself what he could have done differently.

This is what happens when a good man with a gun runs toward the sound of gunfire instead of waiting for someone else to show up.

THAT is what stopped more of them from dying.

Kaylub Giamanco is a hero.

[Ben McCollum is my hero @MountMcKeever]

Iowa set the standard extremely high with elite hype videos.

[Ryan B @Network_Guy8]

American Geese seen on Lake America

[Retard Finder @IfindRetards]

Not all retards drive a Subaru, but all Subaru drivers are retarded.

[Cubs Zone @CubsZone]

2016 World Series Champion Dexter Fowler was chugging shots of tequila in the bleachers at Wrigley 😭

(📸: aliyafowler IG)

[Robert W Malone, MD @RWMaloneMD]

Cyclospora is just the tip of the iceberg.
A parasite spread through human fecal contamination has sickened thousands of Americans. One major cluster was traced to shredded iceberg lettuce grown in central Mexico and served at Taco Bell, and distributed by Sysco to hundreds or thousands of food-service locations.
But this is about much more than Taco Bell. 🧵

[Josh Hale 🇺🇸 @Mofohale]

Truth!

[Real Salt Lake @realsaltlake]

We made an honest mistake yesterday and we are sincerely sorry for that.

When we welcomed the Watt family to America First Field, we should have recognized Kealia Watt for exactly who she is.

Kealia is a Utah native and one of the most decorated players to ever come out of this state. Kealia won four state championships with her club and four more in high school, and was a two-time Utah Gatorade Athlete of the Year. She was a U.S. youth national teamer at 13. At the U-20 level, she scored the game-winning goal in the World Cup final.

She started four years at North Carolina, won a national title with the Tar Heels, then went No. 2 overall in the NWSL draft to the Houston Dash, and was the franchise’s first-ever college pick. She then became their captain with 114 appearances and 28 goals. Kealia finished her career with the Chicago Stars (then known as the Red Stars) and is now a soccer analyst for Amazon Prime Video.

@KealiaOhai, @JJWatt — we are deeply sorry. Thank you for all you do for the sport.

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

July 13th stands as a reminder: never surrender in the fight to Make America Great Again.

[Josh Hale 🇺🇸 @Mofohale]

Hale Yeah! Hale Yea!

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

🇺🇸🇺🇸 Hell yeah!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸

[Karli Bonne’ 🇺🇸 @KarluskaP]

This is why I never leave the house 🤣

[Zhao DaShuai 东北进修🇨🇳 @zhao_dashuai]

Due to the hot weather, Indians are cooling transformers at power generation plants with fans.

This country has nuclear weapons.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Worth watching

[Jim Crow-Armstrong @HootersHank]

🚨 BREAKING NEWS: PCA of the Chicago Cubs has ignited nationwide debate with a blunt statement that split baseball fans across the United States and beyond — calling the mandatory wearing of LGBT armbands a “political charade” and stating that he plays for his team and the Chicago Cubs jersey, not for any movement.

Character concerns brewing in Chicago? 🤯

[Adams @XAdam_s]

3 things you didn’t know about Tesla FSD.

1. Tesla has multiple computers running at the same time. If one fails, another instantly takes over.

2. It doesn't follow fixed rules. It learns patterns. That's why it keeps getting better over time.

3. FSD doesn't need lane lines to drive. It reads the road in real time like a human.

Which one surprised you the most? 👀

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

🚨 WHAT A HERO!

Principal Kirk Moore just got crowned Prom King at Pauls Valley High School in Oklahoma, just 10 days after he charged a school shooter, disarmed the gunman, and took a bullet to the leg to protect his students.

The shooter admitted he planned to kill students, faculty, Moore, and himself.

Thanks to this absolute legend, nobody else got hurt.

Real men still exist. Respect, Principal Moore.

H/T oz11201 on TT

[j wall ✡ @jwhaifa]

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent.
"Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said.
My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy.
The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father.
He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him.
So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped.
She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor.
Through tears, she shouted,
"My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!"
She was the one who got detention.
She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt.
"I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him."
My heart cracked wide open.
The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly.
I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium.
Then my phone rang.
"Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come."
I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee.
"What happened? Grace, are you okay?"
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school."
"Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!"
But Grace laughed.
"No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead.
I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent.
Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do *this*.
The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth.
Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room.
"We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine."
A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson.
Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?"
Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt.
"Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently.
As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor.
Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father."
The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying.
Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit.
"Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always."
He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter.
Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own.
Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet.
I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye.
Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised.
"Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy."
Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear.
Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.