Unfortunately, the weather may have disrupted parts of the @Freedom250 celebration, but we were grateful to open the beautiful @USDA building to provide shelter. And then this happened… these incredible patriots spontaneously broke into the National Anthem.🇺🇸
I love my country.
Today is more than a date on the calendar.
It’s a celebration of the flag that represents freedom, sacrifice, strength, and the American spirit that refuses to quit.
And on this Flag Day, we also celebrate the birthday of a president who has inspired millions to believe in this country, defend its values, and never apologize for loving America.
Happy Flag Day.
Happy Birthday, President Trump.
One nation. One flag. One incredible country. God Bless America!
Zac Brown isn’t apologizing for performing at Sunday’s UFC event at the White House 👏🇺🇸
“I’m there for the troops, man. I’m there to honor America. This is patriotism, not politics for me. I mean, fuck all the division. I don’t believe in that. I love this country. I love all the people that have sacrificed so that I can live my American dream and that everyone that lives here gets a chance to do that if they work hard and make the right decisions. So it doesn’t have a place in politics for me.”
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.
The people that make it happen.
Starship attempts to conquer the sky tomorrow - weather forecast is predicted 55% favorable when the launch window opens at 5:30p CDT.
📸 - @NASASpaceflight
👓 - https://t.co/T89TZLYsXi
At the risk of sounding cheesy, God helps me with this every single day.
I have moments of self pity, but
As long as I am honest, I am doing the right thing.
If the truth makes people hate me, so be it.
I would rather tell the truth, than be liked.
I wasn’t happy when Clinton, Obama or Biden won, but I didn’t call them fascist/dangerous/threat to democracy. I didn’t hope someone would assassinate them. I went on with my life with gratitude. Friends on the left, please try this. Your life and our country will be better.
I was thinking about the importance of family a few days ago, advocating that people have kids.
It reminded me of the last time I was at AmFest when my wife was pregnant.
I was talking with Charlie about the new family and it just seemed so routine.
We were all happy of course but we took that moment for granted
They killed Charlie
Since then its been chaotic and everyone has been fighting.
They tried to kill Trump again today.
Why won't they stop?
Why can't they just leave us alone?
Evil walks among us and it takes the vigilance of the strong to preserve our nation and way of life.
We must redouble our efforts.
We can not and will not allow evil to triumph