We’d like to offer this public service announcement to save trolls some of their precious time and energy that they COULD be spending on things like touching grass or developing off-line normal human relationships.
Yes, we’re old! We’re past menopause. Telling us we’re menopausal isn’t an insult. It’s a statement of fact. It’s this rite of passage that every single woman on earth goes through (real women, that is - not dudes who just think they’re women). Telling us we’re old isn’t an insult. It’s a reminder that we’re infinitely wiser than you are, and you’re still just dumb enough to think you won’t GET old. (You should pray that you will, because the alternative sucks.)
Yes, we’re Zionists! Proudly so. Zionism to us simply means that we believe that Israel has a right to exist as a country without being attacked every 45 seconds. Others may believe in biblical prophecies - we just happen to think it’s ok for Israel to be a country and for Jews to safely live there. And we acknowledge that Israel is the most democratic, freedom loving, accepting nation in the Middle East, making them a natural US ally. Calling us Jewish isn’t an insult. Calling us Zionists isn’t an insult. It’s just a reminder that you’re a bigoted piece of shit who thinks that “Queers for Palestine” actually makes any kind of sense. (PS. There is no genocide in Gaza, no matter how much you want to pretend there is.)
Yes, we’re defenders of Erika Kirk! Candace Owens is a demonic cult leader, her followers are retarded sheep, and we will happily cull our mentions of those sheep whenever we see them. Brainlessly posting at us that, “CANDACE IS GOING MAX” or “Long live Erika Frantzve” or whatever other slogan your cult leader has groomed you into parroting this week doesn’t insult us. It’s just a reminder that you’re a brainwashed idiot. (PS. Erika’s last name is Kirk, no matter how much you seethe over it.)
No, we aren’t paid by any foreign government or entity. Accusing us of being paid “$7000” or being bots isn’t an insult, it’s just a lie. No, we aren’t part of an organized op, nor do we follow any script. We actually just have our own opinions, which we hold deeply and then share with our audience. Calling us paid operatives isn’t an insult - it’s just a lame, meaningless falsehood with no bite.
If you find yourself ready to comment a suggested name change at us, please know that we’ve been doing this for a long time, and we’ve already heard ALL of the suggestions you’ve convinced yourself are clever and original. “Chicks with Dicks” is so tired at this point, y’all. I mean, COME ON. 🙄 Be less cringe.
No, we’re not racist or homophobic or transphobic or white supremacists or any of the other -ists and -obes you wanna try to throw at us. Calling us those things doesn’t insult us in the slightest, because we know who we are and we know we aren’t those things. We ARE Islamophobes though, and have no issue at all admitting it. Any rational-thinking westerner should be, since that political ideology threatens everything that makes our country and western civilization great. Suicidal empathy will be the west’s downfall, and the more you ignore that or worse, engage in it, the more retarded you are, and the less your opinion of us matters.
Yes, we’re happily married to great guys, and have great kids with whom we enjoy great relationships. Telling us we’ll never have men that love us or that our kids probably hate us isn’t insulting, because it’s just comically untrue. And coming from women, it’s most often projection. Coming from men, it’s most often because they’re incels. Telling us we're ugly is meaningless, because we're already loved by the people we want to attract, and it's almost a certainty that you're not one of them.
Hope this helps save you some time. If you're still compelled to try and hurl some lame insult at us because it didn't quite fit the aforementioned insults outlined above and you just can't help yourself, just know how much you're pitied. 😀
Would be easy to say NY Mayor is just an ignorant bigot, but he is not dumb. He's an evil anti-Semite who deliberately lies about serious things like "genocide" to stoke Jew hate. If anyone should be arrested, it's the Mayor of NY for incitement. NYC should be ashamed.
Thinking of those during this solemn day, and wishing you and your family comfort and peace.
May this Tisha B'Av bring deep reflection and lead to a time of comfort and rebuilding.
I tuned into Joe Rogan yesterday and heard Bernie Sanders' economics, Barack Obama's foreign policy, and Ro Khanna's conspiracy theories.
And then I realized JD Vance was talking.
I want a candidate in 2028 who doesn't mirror the Democrats -- and who can win.
Mr. VP, this is not the way.
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The problem is not JD Vance’s position on Israel. The problem is that he is a postliberal, and his treatment of Israel reflects the postliberal way of understanding politics, power, the West, and the American constitutional order.
People have to stop reducing this to an “Israel issue.” Israel is not the underlying issue. It is a diagnostic. It reveals the framework through which he sees the world.
The real question is what he believes about the liberal constitutional order in the United States. Does he believe government exists within fixed moral and constitutional limits, with rights that precede the state and a conscience the state may not command? Or does he believe political power should be reorganized around a substantive vision of the common good, administered by leaders who believe they are entitled to decide what social outcomes must be produced?
That is the postliberal question.
His arguments about Israel matter because they are not isolated foreign-policy opinions. They reveal how he thinks about alliances, national interest, inherited obligations, institutional restraint, moral persuasion, and the use of state power. They are expressions of a broader political philosophy.
This is why the conversation keeps going nowhere. Everyone is staring at Israel while missing the worldview that determines how Israel is being discussed. They are arguing over one branch while refusing to examine the root.
The concern is not that he holds one unacceptable opinion about a foreign country. The concern is that his views reflect a movement that has lost confidence in the American founding itself and increasingly regards constitutional restraints, individual rights, religious liberty, and freedom of conscience as obstacles to achieving its preferred conception of the common good.
That is the real argument.
It is not principally about Israel. It is about America. It is about whether the constitutional order is something to be preserved, or something to be displaced by a postliberal political project.
And the problem is that almost nobody is actually making that argument. The debate has become so consumed by tribalism over Israel that people cannot see what the issue represents. Supporters and critics alike keep treating Israel as the whole controversy, when it is only the place where a much larger political vision has become visible.
And this is why Israel is the ideal issue for every single enemy of the United States to use at the same time to clobber us over the head with.
Until people can get past the tribalism surrounding Israel, they will continue to miss the real conflict. They will mistake the symptom for the disease, the battleground for the war, and a foreign-policy dispute for what is ultimately a struggle over the future of the American constitutional order.
I can’t believe how many people cannot grasp that fact. Still.
Lindsey Graham was an American original. A truly self-made man, he lost his parents at an early age and cared for his younger sister. That same sense of responsibility and duty took him into the Air Force and the Congress. Lindsey was a great champion for our military, our troops, and our national security. A lover of liberty and a true patriot, Lindsey never stopped working on behalf of South Carolina and America. His premature death is a tragedy for all those who knew him. Anna and I join all Arkansans in extending our deepest condolences to Lindsey’s family and friends.
Sudden and awful news about Senator Lindsey Graham.
The United States Senate lost a foreign policy giant. On a personal level, he had always been kind, gracious, and thoughtful.
Gisele and I extend our deepest condolences to his family, friends, and staff.
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Democrats fully vetted Graham Platner, happily signed off on his incredibly disturbing history to win a Senate seat, and are only pretending to be shocked now because they can no longer rationalize the hypocrisy.
You've probably heard this before, but it's always worth repeating. Something extremely cool about the "Star-spangled Banner," the American national anthem, is that it asks a question, and it's the question at the heart of everything in the American worldview.
"Oh, say, can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming..."
So the anthem begins with a question and a scene. One man, a patriot, is asking another man, another patriot, "can you see it?" at sunrise after a long, dangerous night.
The "it" in question is going to be revealed to be the flag, our "star-spangled banner," which they had last fully recognized and honored as the sun set, daylight failed, and night crept over them the evening before.
Can you see it? Say! Can you see it?!
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming..."
Here we find that the "it" is in fact the flag, our star-spangled banner, and we learn why the question is being asked.
The flag is described as having flown and streamed gallantly over ramparts of war through a perilous fight. All could have been lost. The flag, and even the fledgling country for which it stands, one nation under God and indivisible.
Say! Can you see it? Now that the light is back?
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"--And the rockets' red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there!--"
They could see it through the battle in the light of the rockets and bombs that threatened them, here and there in quick glimpses. But it was still there throughout! But now? At dawn?
Say! Can you see?
IS IT STILL THERE?!
"Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?"
The urgency is palpable with every refrain. They have to know. It's the first thing they must know as the sun begins to light the sky, even before it rises.
IS IT STILL THERE?!
Say! Say!! Can you see? Can you see it?!
At the heart of every American beats the fundamental truth and reality that what we have here is precious, that it's worth fighting for, to the death if necessary, and that it's fragile. That at any moment it can be lost. That we have to remember to look for it because last night might have been the night in which it failed.
Every day, every year, every generation.
The American fight for freedom, to live in self-governance within ordered liberty, is ongoing and never-ending. The price of the land of the free is that it must be the home of the brave. We have to defend it, defend it, and defend it again, against all enemies foreign and domestic, because what we have is amazing, rare, fragile, and worth every cent of treasure, every drop of blood, and every risk to our sacred honor to protect it.
Our anthem is not a declaration. It is not a proclamation. It is not a statement.
It is a question.
Every time we sing our wholly unique national anthem, we as American ask the question again. IS IT STILL THERE?! Are we still America? Does that star-spangled banner yet wave?
Because it's a question, the answer is not known. It is not a guarantee. It cannot be taken for granted and isn't. And what an honor to ask and take up our part in the story, in the American Experiment, in the greatest country the world has ever known.
For tonight, the last night of our first 250 years, as the sun gave way to twilight's last gleaming and darkness overtook our land once again, the answer was still yes. We can see it even tonight in the red glare of rockets, with small bombs bursting in air, fill the sky with the noble tribute of fireworks once again.
And we all ask ourselves, will it still be flying at dawn?
This is what it means to be an American.
Happy 250th, America! Now for many happy returns!
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My mother still cries about it.
Forty years later, she'll be sitting at the table, and her eyes will fill, and she says the same words she's said my whole life: "We had everything. We lost it all. And we couldn't give you children anything."
Mom, I have told you a thousand times — and I will tell you a thousand more. You gave me the greatest gift a parent can ever give a child. You gave me America. Nothing else matters. Nothing else even comes close.
Let me tell you what she means.
In Iran, we did have everything. My father spent thirty years helping build a nation — its cities, its schools, its roads, its hospitals. We belonged to a Jewish community that had lived on Persian soil for 2,700 years. We had a home, a history, a name that meant something.
And then, almost overnight, we had a target on our backs. Bullets cracked over our roof. Cars burned in our street. My father became a hunted man for two unforgivable crimes: he had served his country, and he was a Jew.
So he did the only thing a father can do. He sold everything we owned for whatever he could get, gathered his wife, his mother, and his four little boys, and he ran. Thirty years of a man's life's work — surrendered at the door, in exchange for our lives.
We were the lucky ones. That community was once a hundred thousand souls. Most never got out with what we did. Some never got out at all.
We carried away only what no regime could confiscate — our faith, our language, our poetry, and each other. And after a few years finding our footing, we came here. To America. To the one country on earth that looked at a family fleeing a regime that hated it… and opened its arms anyway.
We arrived with empty hands. And that is the wound my mother has never let go of — that after all they'd had, they gave us nothing.
But Mom, you don't understand what you gave me.
You gave me a country where I could pray out loud without fear. Where I could speak my mind. Where a penniless refugee kid could become a physician, a scientist, an author — where the only ceiling was how hard I was willing to work. You didn't hand me an inheritance. You handed me something no fortune in Iran could ever have bought: the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder.
That is a love only an exile understands. Not the calm, comfortable patriotism of someone born into safety — but the fierce, protective, almost desperate love of someone who has watched a homeland turn on its own people and knows, in his bones, how quickly it can all be taken away.
And that is exactly why I will never stay silent.
When you have watched a revolution promise heaven and deliver a prison — when you've seen radical Islamists and the intoxicating lies of socialism hollow out a great nation from the inside until it devours its own children — you do not take a single hour of American freedom for granted. And you carry one holy fear: watching it happen again.
I did not flee that fire to sit quietly while anyone strikes the same match under the country that saved my family. You do not escape the thing that destroyed your first home only to welcome it into your second. I love America too much — and I remember far too much — to let that happen without a fight.
So I spend my life trying to be worthy of the gift. Through medicine. Through science. Through my words. By defending the freedoms that saved us — free speech, free thought, the God-given right to choose — with everything I have. This country once invested in me with no expectation of return, only trust. I have been repaying that trust every day since, and I will until my last breath.
So this is my answer, Mom.
You did not send me into the world with empty hands. You placed in them the freest, most generous, most extraordinary nation in the history of mankind.
You gave me America.
And I will spend the rest of my life proving it was more than enough.
Happy 250th Birthday. 🇺🇸
God bless the United States of America. 🗽
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