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[Shaun 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇺🇸 @shaunvlog_]

Everyone in Scotland has suddenly discovered their Mexican ancestry

[Johnny Midnight ⚡️ @its_The_Dr]

Never heard it sang like that. Sounds awesome!

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@aestheticsguyy

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@SkylarSkye3 Not for Texans' ma'am 🤠

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@fiago7 So sorry Freddy. Come back to Texas.

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@_tb_z There is a cool little bar in Montrose called Poison Girl that has a row of pinball machines and a cool vibe. People are friendly. Around the corner is a great cafe "Cafe Brasil" that has incredible food at very reasonable prices. Sometimes a guitarist plays in the evening.

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@LUFC1992_v2 @WWIImuseum Hands down best museum!

[Bulvar Medya @Bulvarpress]

Tokyo’da 5.500.000 dolara satılığa çıkarılan bir evi görüntüleyen emlakçı, çekimde green screen suit giyen adamı videodan nasıl sileceğini bilemeyince ortaya eğlenceli görüntüler çıktı.

[Waken Minds 𓂀 @wakenminds]

If this is a dead tree, then what’s that?

[BRICK BY BRICK @aincomeinvestor]

I’m begging you to please watch this scene.

Executively produced by the Obamas btw.

[Shadow of Ezra @ShadowofEzra]

American actor Duncan Trussell, who attended Peter Thiel’s Antichrist lecture, says Peter Thiel wants to change the Book of Revelation and reshape humanity’s future using advanced technology and AI.

Trussell claims Thiel wants to “fix the apocalypse” and believes he alone has the power to alter the destiny God has for the world.

“Silicon Valley has been transformed into this Christian mega-city.”

[Mr. Pool @MrPool_QQ]

🔻YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO NOTICE.

The Schumann Resonance — Earth's electromagnetic heartbeat — has been 7.83 Hz since we first measured it.

In April 2026, it spiked above 40 Hz. For SIX CONSECUTIVE DAYS.

That has never happened. Not once. In recorded history.

The monks of Mount Athos still burn the same handmade candles they've used for centuries — crafted to last exactly 24 hours.

Those candles now outlast the day.

Their prayers — unchanged for 1,000 years — take longer than the hours allow.

The monks aren't confused. They're COUNTING.

1968: 24 hours = 24 hours.
2026: 24 hours = 16.

CERN fired its final high-energy collisions in March. The LHC shuts down June 29. They called it "scheduled maintenance."

But a scrubbed internal memo from February referenced "temporal drift anomalies" in collision data that "cannot be explained by current models."

They're not shutting it down for maintenance. They're shutting it down because something SHIFTED.

Matthew 24:22 — "Unless those days be shortened, no flesh would survive. But for the elect's sake, those days SHALL be shortened."

Not a metaphor. A DESCRIPTION.

The days are being shortened. You FEEL it. Your children feel it. The monks MEASURED it. The Schumann confirms it. CERN detected it.

And now they're turning off the machine.

You were told the last days would feel different. That time would compress. That everything would accelerate.

You're not imagining it.

♟ The clock didn't change. The TIME did.

⟁

[TONY @TonyMichaelX]

wish me luck

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@PaulMarcoe Getting stuck inside abandoned refrigerators.

[⚚Sage @belikesagee]

how it feels to be the only one at your job who's not afraid of confrontation:

[Trad West @trad_west_]

Make no peace with evil, destroy it.
Tolerance of evil is not a Christian virtue.

A Christian is not a pacifist, a true Christian is a peacemaker.

And sometimes, the only way to make peace is to destroy the evil that threatens it.

[Terry Applegate @CharliesWhiskey]

In the spring of 1955, a 67-year-old grandmother from Ohio told her children she was going for a walk.

She didn’t say how far. She didn’t say why. She simply kissed them goodbye, packed a cloth bag with the barest essentials, and vanished into the Georgia wilderness.

Her name was Emma Rowena Gatewood — and she was about to do something no woman had ever done before.

For three decades, Emma had endured unspeakable violence in her Ohio farmhouse. Beatings that broke her ribs, blackened her eyes, and nearly broke her spirit. She had raised eleven children on that farm. She had finally escaped her husband in 1941, but the invisible scars ran deeper than any wound.

Then one quiet afternoon, she read an article in National Geographic about the Appalachian Trail — more than 2,000 miles of rugged paths stretching from Georgia to Maine. The writer made it sound peaceful. Achievable. Beautiful.

Emma thought: If men can walk it, so can I.

But she knew what would happen if she told anyone. Her children would worry. Friends would call her foolish. A grandmother, alone in the wilderness? Impossible. Dangerous. So she kept her plan silent as a prayer.

She sewed a simple denim bag and filled it with the absolute basics: a blanket, a plastic shower curtain, a first-aid kit, bouillon cubes. No tent. No sleeping bag. No proper hiking boots — just a pair of Keds sneakers and a cotton dress.

On May 3, 1955, she boarded a bus to Georgia and began walking north from Mount Oglethorpe. Alone.

The trail was nothing like the magazine promised. It was merciless. Roots caught her feet. Rocks sliced through her thin shoes. Rain turned the path to mud. Insects swarmed relentlessly. At night, she slept on bare ground in abandoned shelters, sometimes shivering too violently to rest.

She got lost. She fell, twisting her ankle so severely she could barely stand. Sitting on that rock, pain shooting through her leg, she wondered if this was where her journey would end. But after catching her breath, she wrapped her ankle tight and kept moving. Always moving.

Hikers who passed her didn’t know what to make of the small, gray-haired woman in a dress and sneakers, carrying a homemade sack. Some thought she was lost. Others assumed she was crazy. A few offered food or shelter. She thanked them graciously, then continued on.

When strangers asked why she was walking, she’d smile softly and say she wanted to see the country. But anyone who looked into her eyes could see something deeper burning there. This wasn’t recreation. This was reclamation. Every mile was a mile farther from the life that had tried to destroy her. Every step was proof she was still here, still strong, still capable of extraordinary things.

Weeks became months. Her feet bled. Her back ached. The sun burned her skin raw. But she never stopped.

On September 25, 1955, Emma Gatewood stood on the summit of Mount Katahdin in Maine. She had walked 2,168 miles in 146 days. She was the first woman to hike the entire Appalachian Trail alone in a single season.

When word spread, reporters flooded in. Newspapers nationwide ran her story. Overnight, she became “Grandma Gatewood,” a household name. Everyone wanted to know how a 67-year-old woman with no training and minimal gear had accomplished what seasoned hikers failed to do.

Emma smiled and said it wasn’t that complicated. She mentioned the trail needed better maintenance — too many rocks, not enough signs. She spoke as casually as if discussing her garden, not surviving one of America’s most grueling challenges.

But she wasn’t finished. In 1957, she walked the trail again. Then in 1964, at 76 years old, she became the first person ever — man or woman — to complete the Appalachian Trail three times. Each journey with almost nothing. Each journey proving that true strength doesn’t come from equipment or training. It comes from refusing to surrender.

[stacey @pootchie4butch]

@TrollingCanuck I love this guy