Mother of six and crazy horse woman. It is like Christmas every day now that we are going to make America great again !! Thanks President Trump! ! No DM!
I’m going to keep saying this till I am blue in the face:
BAN Muslims from holding office in the United States.
These people are an existential threat to our national security and want to gain political power to mass murder Americans via Islamic jihad.
“Abdul” belongs in GITMO. Not the US Senate. @NRSC
To those of you who did not trust Trump.
The main office of IRGC has been hit hard.
Many leaders dead.
You are witnessing regime change.
Have some faith and stop criticizing the only man who ever helped the people of Iran and supported Israel.
This is the hardest Iran has every been hit. Sit down. Watch. God did not save Trump to do nothing.
To my Iranian friends 🇮🇷
If the Islamic regime cuts off your internet again and puts you back into the darkness, please know that all of us here are standing with you.
I’m willing to sit in a bomb shelter for as long as it takes to see you free.
In 1979, the mullahs tortured the Shah's favourite horse to death.
The horse, Azar, was paraded in the streets. They broke his legs, cut his tongue out, and then shot him in the head in front of a large crowd.
Iran is occupied by demons from hell.
We will all be grateful when Israel eliminates the threat of the IRGC.
They have a right to defend themselves from Islamic terrorists.
Those Islamic terrorists will eventually try to kill more Americans if they aren’t neutralized first.
You cannot negotiate with terrorists.
Dear @POTUS, I am an Israeli who has openly supported you for years.
I’m tweeting this from inside a shelter as ballistic missiles fly overhead, and on behalf of all of us in Israel, I ask you:
Give us the green light to destroy the Islamic regime once and for all.
It’s time.
In 2014, while filming a movie, Jackie Chan discovered that a group of Mongolian locals knew every word to 'Rolling in the Deep' by heart... even though they didn’t speak English.
The beautiful moment was never part of the script.
🚨 LMAO! A Democrat Congresswoman just STORMED OUT of Marco Rubio’s hearing, as Rubio clowned on her
“Wait, why is she leaving?! …Well, thank you for coming!” 🤣
He’s got all these Democrats SUPER angry 😂
What @GovKathyHochul has done (and is trying to do) to Upstate NY farmers will not be allowed to move forward without a knock down, drag out fight. Things are in motion to put up a serious defense for our neighbors to the North. Thanks to @alex_fasulo for making me aware!
⭐️THIS is a GREAT read ⭐️
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.