Bad news…
We’ve been eating @Daveskiller Bread and Florida just about is LOADED with toxic CHEMICAL GLYPHOSATE, (RoundUp)…
No more Dave’s Killer Bread!
Horrified by Ring trying to hijack your cameras for the panopticon to spy on everything? Here’s how to block it (assuming they don’t just ignore their own controls and spy on you anyway).
Go to the main menu on the upper left of the app and scroll down to Control Center. Click that, then scroll down to Search Party. Click that, then disable both the Lost Pets and Natural Hazards options.
Or you could just not use any of their Orwellian spy devices.
I run a business. A sports bar, JJ's Place. Yesterday 80% of the bar wanted the Turning point halftime show. The rest wanted Bad Bunny. To accommodate I put the TV's on half and half. The 20% started canceling the orders, taking to social media calling me a racist, being disrespectful to my staff, and leaving 1 ⭐️ reviews on Google and Yelp. Mind you the 80% who wanted the Turning Point halftime show weren't happy that Bad Bunny stayed on, but they didn't leave me a bad review, take to social media, cancel their orders, or disrespect my staff. It has become impossible to run a business. I support 3 generations of my family on a sole income, and try to accommodate everyone. The bar business is not what it used to be. Sad day.💔
Thank God for Lee Zeldin. He just found Biden's leftwing cash stash!
EPA boss Lee Zeldin just exploded a Biden bombshell - they hid $20 billion in private banks to sneak it past oversight and the American people!
Sneaky end-of-term move to stash cash for their cronies or scams. But Trump team tracked it down - funds FOUND and RECOVERED big time!
This is what accountability looks like. No more looting the treasury in the dark. Biden crew thought they got away with it - wrong! Justice rolling in hard!
American buys Kellogg's Special K Red Berries Cereal
He noticed they started putting way less strawberries in it so he actually dumped out the cereal and separated the strawberries to see how many is being put in
“Kellogg's needs to get arrested”
Americans pay more and get less and less. We are being robbed blind
🚨 BREAKING: Chuck Schumer just announced Democrats will BLOCK ANY attempt to pass voter ID and citizenship to vote in the Senate through the SAVE Act
"It's DOA in the Senate...it imposes JIM CROW restrictions on voting!"
He admits to cheating.
NUKE THE FILIBUSTER. Enough of these games.
Rep. Luna has a procedural move to FORCE the SAVE Act under any government funding bill.
Stay strong, GOP! DO NOT CAVE! 🇺🇸
If ID checks are “Jim Crow,” then so are Democratic National Conventions, where delegates are required to produce ID to get in!
So are the following institutions (among many others):
• Labor Union Conventions
• The Grammys
• The Oscars
• The Emmys
• Banks
• Pharmacies
• Hospitals
• Airports
• Hotels
• Gun Shops
• Casinos
• Schools
• Social Security
• DMVs
• Casinos
• Employers
IDs prevent fraud in finance, health, the Democratic Party, and so much more
Voter ID does the same for elections
Calling ID requirements “Jim Crow” is absurd and insulting to the American people, who overwhelmingly
agree that we need to take a few simple steps to make our elections secure
So, what *really* worries you about the SAVE America Act and its voter ID requirements?
Americans need ID to: ✔️ Fly ✔️ Drive ✔️ Buy alcohol ✔️ Open a bank account ✔️ Get a job ✔️ Adopt a pet
But we’re told requiring ID to vote is “Jim Crow.” Make it make sense.
ICE is not law enforcement. ICE is a dictator’s private army. An agency that proudly & repeatedly does things like this is an agency that can’t be reformed. It must be abolished.👇
@JoyceWhiteVance Huh?
He ran from a traffic stop, creating exigent circumstances.
His shrieking wife doesn't change that.
Now he and his wife are headed to El Salvador.
Happy ending.
I voted for this.
“GO HOME, SOPHIE.” - The last promise Harry Morgan ever kept.
She was old.
So was he.
But Harry Morgan still had one promise left to keep.
1993.
Ten years after MASH* ended.
Harry Morgan was 78 years old.
Sophie was 26.
For a horse, 26 is ancient.
Her legs trembled.
Her eyes had gone cloudy.
She no longer ran.
She barely walked.
When the veterinarian examined her, he sighed.
“She’s tired, Harry.
Her body is giving out.
It’s time to start thinking about letting her go.”
Harry didn’t answer.
He just stroked her mane—
the same way he had for 18 years.
Finally, he said softly:
“Not yet.
There’s something we need to do first.”
That night, Harry called his son.
“I need your help.”
“With what?”
“I’m taking Sophie somewhere.”
“Dad… she can barely stand.”
“Malibu Creek.”
Silence.
“The set burned down years ago.”
“I know.
The buildings are gone.
But the land is still there.”
He paused.
“She deserves to see it one more time.”
“See what?”
Harry didn’t hesitate.
“Home.”
They rented a padded horse trailer—the kind used for fragile animals.
It took three men to lift Sophie inside.
Harry stayed beside her the entire time, whispering:
“It’s okay, girl.
One last adventure.
Just you and me.”
She flicked an ear.
She always understood Harry.
The drive to Malibu Creek State Park took two hours.
Harry sat in the back with Sophie the whole way.
When they arrived, the land was quiet.
No tents.
No helicopters.
No cameras.
Just hills.
Oak trees.
And sky.
Harry recognized it instantly.
So did Sophie.
When her hooves touched the ground, something changed.
Her head lifted.
Her ears rose.
Her eyes—cloudy and tired—cleared for a moment.
She knew this place.
Without being led, Sophie began to walk.
Slowly.
Painfully.
But with purpose.
Toward where the 4077th once stood.
Harry followed.
“That was the corral,” he said.
“Colonel Potter’s tent was right there.
The crew used to sneak you apples from craft services.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled one out.
She took it gently—
just like she had a thousand times before.
Harry’s voice broke.
“You weren’t a prop, Sophie.
You were family.”
He told her everything.
About the show.
About bringing her home after it ended.
About his wife Eileen, who loved Sophie until the end.
“After Eileen died… you were still there.
Every morning.
Waiting for me.”
Sophie rested her head against his chest.
A 78-year-old man.
A dying horse.
Standing where television history was made.
They stayed for hours.
Harry walked her slowly around the land, pointing out memories only they shared.
When it was time to leave, Sophie refused to move.
She planted her hooves.
Harry smiled sadly.
“I know.
I don’t want to leave either.”
He promised they’d come back.
They both knew it wasn’t true.
One week later, Sophie could no longer stand.
Harry sat with her in the hay, holding her head in his lap.
Before the vet administered the injection, Harry whispered:
“Thank you for Malibu Creek.
Thank you for the 4077th.
Thank you for being my horse.”
Her ear twitched once.
Then she was still.
Harry buried Sophie beneath an oak tree on his ranch.
The marker read:
SOPHIE
1967 – 1993
Colonel Potter’s Horse
Harry Morgan’s Friend
“She was never just a horse. She was family.”
Eighteen years later, when Harry Morgan passed away at 96, his children found a note:
“When I die, bury some of my ashes with Sophie.”
They did.
And somewhere beyond this life—
beyond memory, beyond pain—
There’s a field.
A man walks out every morning.
A horse waits for him.
“Morning, Sophie.”
She’s young again.
Strong again.
And together, they ride.
Colonel Potter and Sophie.
Forever.