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The Media is working harder to investigate Nick Shirley’s investigation of Somali fraud than they are investigating Somali fraud.
🚨 Here is the full 42 minutes of my crew and I exposing Minnesota fraud, this might be my most important work yet. We uncovered over $110,000,000 in ONE day. Like it and share it around like wildfire! Its time to hold these corrupt politicians and fraudsters accountable
We ALL work way too hard and pay too much in taxes for this to be happening, the fraud must be stopped.
A wolf among the sheep will never present itself as a wolf. If someone is openly acting as the enemy, they are not a wolf, they are simply "the enemy." A true wolf will look like a carbon copy of the sheep. It will speak, present and behave exactly like the sheep, until it's deeply embedded amongst the herd. Then it strikes when it's too close for the sheep to escape. Beware...there are many wolves among the sheep right now.
The Hall of Fame Era Committee meets this Sunday, December 7th. Dale Murphy needs 12 of 16 votes. You never know who will see this and their vote may be the one that puts Murph over the top. Please retweet if you love Murph and believe he deserves to be honored in Cooperstown.
PLEASE don't forget to read and repost this booklet we prepared to help the case to get Dale Murphy elected to baseball's Hall of Fame. The vote is next Sunday, Dec. 7. The more talk about it, the better.
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A Thanksgiving From My Heart
Thanksgiving has me sittin’ here doing some soul-level inventory — the kind where you ask yourself, “If this is my last Thanksgiving, what would I want my people to really know?” I found myself overflowing with things I’m deeply thankful for.
I’m thankful for time. Ten years living with ALS means ten years of stubborn joy, sideways laughter, and memories that could fill a Walmart parking lot. Every sunrise I’ve been given is proof that God still clocks me in for purpose.
I’m thankful for humor and resilience — because if I didn’t laugh, I’d probably start charging caregivers for emotional damage. ALS didn’t steal my funny. It just gave me a front-row seat to some award-winning chaos, and somehow, laughing through it all has been holy therapy.
I’m thankful for strength I didn’t know I had. My body may have slowed, but my spirit runs a no-huddle offense. ALS tried to break me, but it accidentally sharpened my gratitude and deepened my faith.
I’m thankful for the people who stayed — the ones who show up when it’s inconvenient, messy, and takes three business days to button a shirt. You are living proof that love has a strong work ethic.
And I’m thankful for perspective. I see things clearer now. I understand silent pain. I notice the overlooked. I value moments over stuff. And even as I show signs of CTE, my prayer is simple — remember me for my heart, not just my hardships.
This Thanksgiving, I’m not focusing on what ALS took.
I’m celebrating what it couldn’t touch:
My faith.
My laugh.
My love.
My soul.
And as long as those still show up — baby, we still eating good.
🧡 From a heart that’s been through it and still chooses gratitude — Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone except for Iran, Rosie O’Donnell, communist mayors of New York City, CNN, MTG, MSNBC, the women of “The View,” chronic halitosis, Burger King, Venezuelan gangs, Mario Lopez, Ilhan Omar and her brother/husband, P Diddy, Alec Baldwin, Oprah, Duke basketball fans, Spirit Airlines, yams, Nancy Pelosi and her husband who got attacked with a hammer by his boyfriend, Diet Pepsi, soccer, Jimmy Kimmel and his horrible wife, John Legend and his horrible wife, Tim Walz and his horrible wife, Barack Obama and his horrible *wife, Pete Buttigeig and his horrible fake breastfeeding life partner, Bill Gates, group text messages, open borders, street takeovers, Lord Voldemort, Keith Olbermann, Stephen King, Elizabeth Warren, Howard Stern, Cher, grown men who watch “The Bachelorette,” ATM fees, SNL, 80% of guys named Gary, flan, kale, Kim Jong-un, Chuck Schumer, Check Engine lights, Cousin Pam from “The Cosby Show,” Axe Body Spray, whoever took Warren G’s wealth, TikTok dancers, Comic Sans, Cris Collinsworth’s voice, Barbara Streisand, Bruce Springsteen, Gavin Newsom, Julia Roberts, geese, the sandwich artist at Subway who keeps calling me “boss,” Tim McGraw’s fake hair, the entire Biden family tree, George Soros, the Eye of Sauron, Slytherin House, property taxes, Planned Parenthood, slavery, nazis, France, the song “Mambo No. 5,” everyone who was responsible for Florida Georgia Line, guys who pee sitting down, Will Ferrell, Stephen Colbert, Anderson Cooper, Don Lemon, Seth Meyers, people who take their shoes off on airplanes, Macklemore, freezing cold global warming, Nutella, Liz Cheney, Mittens Romney, Chris Christie, JB Pritzker, diabetes,Golden Corral, anyone unable to quote at least 5 lines from the movie “Christmas Vacation,” the New England Patriots, LeBron James, Green Day, one-ply toilet paper, gout, Luke Bryan, Satan, OJ, and Hillary Clinton
One More Morning of Purpose A Devotional by Kerry Goode
Now listen, y’all — I’m speaking to you from a place of honesty, faith, and a whole lot of determination. I’ve learned something powerful on this journey: when you stop trying to control the clock, you start appreciating the gift of the moment.
I don’t pretend to know how many days I’ve got left — but I wake up every time with gratitude in my spirit and purpose in my chest. If God gives me another morning, I treat it like a personal invitation to live, love, and encourage somebody who feels like giving up. “Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22–23)
Life shifts on you. Your body may not move like it used to. Your plans might change. Your strength might come in waves. But your purpose? That stays intact. Your joy? That’s still a choice. And your faith? That’s what carries you through the uncertainty.
I’ve made peace with the unknown, and in that peace I found power. Power to smile when it’s hard. Power to laugh when things get heavy. Power to whisper, “Thank You, Lord,” even on the days that don’t look ideal.
Here’s what I want you to know: You don’t have to wait for perfect circumstances to be grateful. You don’t have to have everything figured out to be joyful. You just have to decide that today matters — because it does.
If you’re reading this feeling tired, discouraged, or overwhelmed, I need you to lift your head and remember: as long as you’re breathing, your story isn’t finished. God still has something for you to see, something for you to say, and someone for you to bless.
So chase the light. Celebrate the small wins. Laugh loud. Pray bold. Love deep. And never let the situation steal your sparkle.
I may not control the timeline, but I will always choose joy over fear and faith over doubt. And if I get one more morning to witness God’s handiwork across the sky, I’m going to meet it with gratitude, humor, and unwavering hope.
Because every new day is proof: You’re still here. You’re still chosen. And you’re still needed.
@DirtyMoMedia@RustyWallace@DaleJr@MikeDavis88 Rusty is such a great interview. Always has a story. Definitely entertaining to sit and listen to his stories and perspective. Always keeps it real.
Let me repeat this info:
Scott Rolen
316 HR
.281 BA
2,077 hits
1287 RBI
7x All Star
8 GG
Never MVP
Inducted to HOF
Dale Murphy
398 HR
.265 BA
2,111 hits
1266 RBI
7x All-Star
5 Gold Gloves
2-time MVP
NOT in HOF
It is time to induct @DaleMurphy3 to the MLB HOF #MurphyToTheHall
“A Broke Thanksgiving and a Bare Christmas Tree” By Kerry Goode
Now listen, y’all — if laughter really is the best medicine, then I should be symptom-free and dancing by now. ALS hit me like a linebacker, but it didn’t knock out my sense of humor. What it did knock out was my wallet. Somewhere between the hospital bills, the medical equipment, and the home modifications, I realized my finances needed life support more than I did.
See, when I first got diagnosed, I thought the biggest challenge would be physical — losing strength, mobility, and independence. Nope. ALS is expensive. Like “sell-your-socks-on-eBay” expensive. I didn’t just lose muscle — I lost my savings, my income, and my credit score’s will to live.
People tell you to “stay strong.” But what they don’t tell you is that staying strong costs about the same as a luxury vacation to the moon.
Let me paint the picture. ALS isn’t just one disease — it’s an expensive roommate who never pays rent. You need a power wheelchair (that costs more than a used Honda), a lift to get in and out of bed, and a speech device that could double as NASA technology. The insurance company will smile and say, “We cover 80%,” which sounds nice until you realize 20% of $80,000 is still a bad day.
Then come the home modifications — ramps, widened doors, roll-in showers. Before long, your house looks like a cross between a rehab clinic and a NASCAR garage, minus the sponsorship money. Every renovation came with a price tag that made me want to pass the offering plate to myself. And let’s not forget the medications — because apparently, each pill is handcrafted by angels and priced accordingly.
There was one Thanksgiving when I sat at the table and thought, “Lord, what exactly am I supposed to be thankful for this year — the air I’m still breathing or the light bill I still can’t pay?” Christmas wasn’t much better. The tree was standing proud, but under it? Nothing but carpet and crushed dreams.
That’s when I realized — this isn’t just my story. Every ALS family faces this chaos. Patients lose jobs, spouses become full-time caregivers, and insurance becomes a part-time hobby that never pays enough. It’s a marathon of paperwork, copays, and prayer.
So, I started The Kerry Goode Foundation not because I had extra money — but because I knew exactly what it felt like to have none. I don’t want another family to sit through the holidays wondering whether to buy gifts or pay the power bill.
ALS doesn’t just attack the body — it invades the wallet, the home, and the peace of mind. But with your help, we can fight back. You can be the reason an ALS family has a ramp, a caregiver, or a Christmas with something under the tree besides unpaid bills.
So please, give from your heart — and maybe a little from your wallet — at
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👉 Text GOODE to 707070
👉 Or give directly at https://t.co/a0KoftmnKH
Because laughter helps — but donations change lives.
Eight years before the start of WW2, Winston Churchill warned his countrymen about a leader in Germany that was coming to power. He was constantly dismissed as being an alarmist. By the time they took notice, it was too late. We can’t make the same mistake with Islam in the U.S.
I stated well over a decade ago that Islam was quietly weaving its web in the U.S. If we don’t wake up to what’s happening in places like Minneapolis, Dearborn, NYC, and other cities, it’ll be too late before we know it. To downplay it is, in my opinion, a big mistake.