Over a decade ago, I looked outside my window, and I thought there was some weird animal outside beside my house.
He was so starving his ribs were showing, had no fur, and about 500 ticks on him.
I don’t know how old Pedro is now my guess is 15 to 17 years old. He walks slow and his back legs shake.
I know his days are numbered, but I’ve loved him and tried to give him the most amazing life.
Every day when I wake up, I pray that he’s still with me.
He’s the best dog I’ve ever had. And I love him more than I can say.
He’s a gift from God.
Today we remember PFC Timothy Allen White of Union Lake, Michigan, who fell on this day in 1970. Timothy is remembered by his friend, James:
"Tim, still think about you. I was there on the day you died. We went through training together, we had some good times. We were so young then, so full of life. I thank God you did not suffer, but the rest of us still do over losing you. Now that I am an old man, my heart breaks knowing that you died at 18 years old, missing out on of a full, happy life.
Brother, you are not forgotten, and as long as I continue to breathe I promise you’ll always be remembered.
Your Friend forever..”
- James D.Owens
PFC Timothy Allen White is honored on Panel 8W, Line 64 of The Wall: https://t.co/jnRQK9HFxC
#RIP 🕊️ #TheVietnamWar
Two hours into Lindsey Graham's funeral, President Trump has started dealing Tic-Tacs to Vance and Bessent, giving them a laugh 😂
47 has looked into the camera multiple times, so he knows he's being watched, but he doesn't care 😆
@MarkWarner Imagine being the dumb ass assistant that has to not only post this crap, but then has to read all the responses that destroy their boss…
You know he doesn’t read this because by the time this was posted, he was already six drinks into his dinner.
Look at Florida.
Homicide rate down 20 points.
Drug overdoses down 20%.
7,400 missing children found and identified.
Enough fentanyl seized to kill 225 million Americans… in just 15 months.
The FBI is proud to stand with these sheriffs.
You don’t post numbers like that by accident.
That’s how you get things done.
-DKP🇺🇸
Xi Van Fleet, a survivor of communism, calls out NYC DSA Co-Chair:
“When you put whatever adjectives in front of communism, in front of socialism, it doesn’t change its nature. It is still communism, it is still socialism...please read some history, learn history.”
In 1850, Frédéric Bastiat published his essay "Ce qu'on voit et ce qu'on ne voit pas," and in doing so handed you the sharpest tool you will ever own for dismantling economic nonsense.
Picture the scene he paints. A shopkeeper's careless son smashes a pane of glass. The crowd gathers, clucks its tongue, and then a helpful bystander offers consolation: think of the glazier who now earns six francs. Think of the money circulating. Think of the boost to industry. If nobody ever broke a window, whatever would the glaziers do?
You have heard this exact argument your entire life, dressed in nicer clothes.
Bastiat's genius was to insist you count what you do not see. Yes, the glazier earns six francs. That much is visible. But the shopkeeper intended to buy new shoes, or a book, or to save the money and lend it out. That transaction never happens now. The glazier gains what the cobbler loses. Society is down one pane of glass and no richer for it. Destruction creates activity, never wealth.
The lineage runs straight to Henry Hazlitt, who opened his great book "Economics in One Lesson" in 1946 with the broken window and built an entire treatise on the discipline of tracing consequences to everyone, not merely the man holding the six francs. Read that book once and you become immune to roughly ninety percent of what passes for economic commentary.
Watch how governments love the smashed pane. After the September 11 attacks, credentialed economists appeared on television to explain that rebuilding would stimulate the economy. Paul Krugman wrote as much. Every war, every hurricane, every demolished neighborhood summons the same chorus: destruction is good for GDP. Of course it is good for the crude accounting fiction of GDP, which counts the glazier's six francs and stays silent about the shoes.
Here is where the state reveals itself. It cannot create the six francs. It can only smash your window, hand the money to a favored glazier, and demand your gratitude for the employment. Taxation is the rock through the pane, laundered through legislation.
Bastiat saw the whole racket in 1850. Your credentialed economists still cannot.
He told his students to go to the windows.
Get out. Jump if you have to.
Then Liviu Librescu walked to the classroom door and pressed his body against it.
He was 76 years old. He weighed 140 lbs
The gunman was in the hallway.
It was April 16, 2007. A Monday morning. Solid mechanics class at Virginia Tech, Room 204. Twenty-two students, most of them 19 or 20 years old.
At 9:45 AM, gunshots echoed through Norris Hall. Room by room, the shooter was working his way down the corridor.
Liviu heard it. He understood immediately.
He had survived the Holocaust. He had survived a labor camp. He had spent decades living under Communist oppression. He knew exactly what evil sounded like.
He told his students to escape through the windows. Second floor — it was a drop, but they'd survive. Then he walked to the door and held it shut with his body.
The shooter tried to force it open. It wouldn't move.
He fired through the door. Wood splintered. Bullets came through.
Liviu stayed.
Behind him, students were climbing out the windows. Dropping to the ground. Running. One by one, all twenty-two of them got out.
The shooter kept firing through the door.
Liviu held it shut until every student was safe.
Then the bullets killed him.
When police arrived, they found his body at the door.
All 22 of his students survived. Not one was injured.
Liviu Librescu was born on August 18, 1930, in Ploiești, Romania.
He was Jewish. In 1941, when he was eleven years old, Romanian authorities sent him and his family to a labor camp. His father died there. Liviu survived. When the war ended, he was fifteen.
He went back to school. Studied engineering. Earned a doctorate from the University of Bucharest.
But Communist Romania had no interest in allowing a Jewish intellectual to succeed. He was blocked from academic positions. Passed over for jobs he deserved. He applied to emigrate. The government kept refusing.
Finally, in 1978 when Liviu was 48 years old — Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally intervened. Romania let him go.
He had spent most of his adult life trapped in a country that didn't want him.
In Israel, he taught at Tel Aviv University. Published over 300 papers. Became an international expert in aeroelasticity — the science of how air flows over aircraft wings.
In 1985, Virginia Tech offered him a position. He moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. He taught there for 22 years. His students loved him — demanding but kind, high standards, genuine care.
He was still teaching full-time at 76. Still publishing research. Still showing up every Monday morning for solid mechanics.
April 16 was the first day of Passover — the Jewish holiday celebrating liberation from slavery and oppression.
Liviu Librescu died on the day his tradition sets aside to celebrate freedom.
He spent his entire life escaping death and oppression by luck, by persistence, by the intervention of others. And on his last morning, he chose to stand at a door so that twenty-two young people could have the future he had fought so hard to reach.
He could have run. He could have hidden. He could have climbed out a window with his students.
He chose to stay.
The Virginia Tech shooting killed 32 people that day — the deadliest school shooting in American history at the time.
Room 204 had zero casualties.
Because a 76-year-old Holocaust survivor held a door with his body until every student behind him was gone.
His funeral was held in Israel. Students from Virginia Tech flew across the ocean to honor him. The Israeli government awarded him the Star of David Medal posthumously. Virginia Tech named a scholarship in his memory.
His son said his father died the way he lived — protecting others.
A man who survived everything evil threw at him for 76 years.
On his last day, he made sure 22 kids survived too.
Professor Liviu Librescu. August 18, 1930 — April 16, 2007.
Holocaust survivor. Labor camp survivor.
302 published papers. 22 years at Virginia Tech.
22 students out the window.
He held the door.
🚨WOW!!!
Every Tuesday and Thursday for EIGHT YEARS STRAIGHT, a 73-year-old grandfather has volunteered at a Virginia hospital NICU to hold babies fighting for their lives, some weighing under 2 POUNDS.
And before he lays each one down, he whispers the same blessing over every baby:
"Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind." ❤️
His name is Dave Whitlow. He's 73 years old.
He's not a doctor or a nurse. He's a retired government manager, a father of two, a grandfather of three... who decided his retirement belonged to the smallest, most fragile babies in Richmond VA.
Every visit, he holds five or six of them, babies smaller than a loaf of bread, whose parents can't be there every hour because they need to work.
So Dave is there and he's never once missed a day.
"It's the best gig I've ever had. It just feels right."
He doesn't just hold the babies, he says the job is holding up the exhausted parents and the worn-down nurses too. "It all kind of gets tied together, they need God's love too."
For 8 years, every single baby gets the same blessing before he lays them down:
"Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind."
Why those words?
"This is what I want from people in general."
He says that somewhere out there in the world are eight years of kids, currently walking, running, starting school, who will never know that when they were two pounds and fighting for every breath, he held them and spoke those words over their lives.
That brings him joy.
He calls that NICU a family he never expected and can't imagine leaving.
GOD BLESS Dave Whitlow.
Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind. 🇺🇸
🚨WOW!!!
Firefighters and college football players showed up to a Tennessee senior home...to pull grandmas and grandpas down a MASSIVE slip 'n slide!!!
Seniors with dementia and Parkinson's laughed like little kids again.
This is the annual "Ride 'n Slide" at Adams Place in Murfreesboro, Tennessee where a giant tarp is stretched across the lawn and the Murfreesboro Fire Department keeps it soaked and lifts residents safely on and off.
The Middle Tennessee State football team spent their day pulling grandmas across the water on inner tubes and cheering them on every single ride.
One resident, Mike Mitchell, an Army veteran and a retired minister who preached for SIXTY YEARS, talked himself into it right there on the lawn.
One grandma went down FOUR times and came up smiling saying, "Well that was fast!"
Organizers say the residents with dementia and Parkinson's light up brightest of all.
For one afternoon, no diagnoses, no age, just water, laughter, and people cheering your name.
That's so amazing...
GOD BLESS THESE PEOPLE!!!! 🇺🇸
🚨WOW!!!
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL footage has emerged of over 100 Amish men and women singing hymns in the caves of Chimney Rock NC after a day of rebuilding homes and businesses.
They are STILL HERE rebuilding, nearly TWO YEARS after Hurricane Helene.
GOD BLESS THE AMISH!!!!!!
I want to ask the students screaming “Death to America”, do you have any idea what happens when American values die?
Because I do.
My family fled Iran, a country where freedom died. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
You think America is oppressive because you have never experienced real oppression.
You think silence is violence because you’ve never been silenced.
You think words are dangerous because you have never watched a government drag someone away for speaking them.
You think capitalism is evil because you have never stood in a bread line.
You think borders are immoral because you have never had to flee across one.
You think revolution is romantic because you have never had a revolution take everything from you.
I have.
And that’s why I refuse to be quiet.
And once again we take this opportunity to educate everyone on the role that venting and flaring play in oil and gas production.
We will do so using the Senator as an example.
Venting and flaring are the industry's primary methods of releasing built-up pressure out before it causes an accident.
Venting quietly releases natural gas while flaring sets that gas on fire because sometimes the build up is so large and dangerous only way to handle excess methane is to quickly give it the old Viking funeral.
Both of these methods are highly regulated by state and federal governments.
In the Senator's situation, pressure was building and asafety valve failed, resulting in uncontrolled release of methane.
Had it been burned - aka "flared' that certainly would have been something to see on the Senate floor.
In this case it was vented.
And now you know all about venting and flaring.
Did you know suicides make up 2/3 of firearm fatalities annually? They are used in the “gun violence” narrative. Why? Because they need the statistics to push agenda
Do you know how many people died in Virginia over the past 5 years from AR15? No. No one does because the government won’t keep statistics. But realistically- less than 10 annually in Virginia.
Why do Democrats call an AR15 a weapon of war ? No military in the world uses it.
Everything you have been brainwashed to believe is a lie. More people have died in Virginia from DUIs last year (245) compared to rifle deaths (<10).
@EchoesofWarYT The mockingbird… the VA beacon of annoyance that pierces day and night in search of a mate with all the force of a demon. Dedication that should be respected.