In a grocery store in California, a fifty-four-year-old cashier stands behind register four.
Her feet are swollen. Her lower back thumps with dull pain from standing on polished concrete for nine straight hours. She makes fifteen dollars and fifty cents an hour. She brings her own lunch in a brown paper bag so she can afford her husband’s blood pressure medication.
At 2:30 PM on a Wednesday, a man in a leather jacket walks into the meat department.
He loads thirty prime ribeye steaks into a brand-new wheeled laundry hamper.
He strolls right past her register. He doesn't run. He doesn't look over his shoulder.
The cashier instinctively moves to block the exit.
Her store manager lunges forward and grabs her wrist: "Don't touch him! Company policy! Let him walk!"
The thief pushes open the glass door and loads the stolen meat into an idling SUV in broad daylight.
The police were not called. Under state law, theft under $950 is treated as a non-violent misdemeanor. No response. No investigation. No consequences.
The cashier stands there, holding a barcode scanner that beeps for an eighty-nine-cent candy bar, tears of pure humiliation stinging her eyes.
That stolen cart represents two full weeks of her gross wages, vanished in ninety seconds.
Tell every honest, hardworking employee in this country:
When did our legal system decide that a criminal's comfort is worth more than a working woman's dignity?
Who wrote the laws that protect the parasite while leaving the provider completely defenseless?
First, understand who was sitting there.
"Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews." (John 3:1)
A Pharisee - a man who had built his entire life around meticulous obedience to God's law.
A ruler - a member of the Sanhedrin, the seventy-man supreme council of Israel.
Jesus later calls him "the teacher of Israel" (3:10), with the definite article.
This was not an ordinary rabbi.
If anyone had earned standing before God through religious effort, it was this man.
Remember that, because it's the entire point of what follows.
@vamsiprithamp Well, mathematicians are certainly not millions (beyond school teachers). More maths available (thanks to AI) might imply more needs of mathematicians to deliver the right part of that knowledge at the right place and the right time.
You read that right. There are NO background checks for Congressional staff. H.Res 500 would require background checks and full disclosure of dual citizenship and employment of foreign nations for staff. No surprise to anyone that we are being fought every step of the way. You can help us make sure all Capitol Hill staff get background checks by calling your Rep!
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. F**K??!!!
You mean for members of THE F**KING US CONGRESS, who handle classified information at ALL LEVELS, including the HIGHEST LEVELS...have STAFF in their offices who not only do NOT have security clearances to SEE or HANDLE this classified material...
...they don't even get a background check?
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. F**K??!!
Most people still talk about 2020 like it was a story about one man who couldn’t accept losing. That framing was never accidental. It was the easiest way to keep the real issue off the table.
The actual damage wasn’t that Donald Trump lost an election. The actual damage was that millions of Americans were left with the sickening possibility that their consent no longer determines who holds power in this country. That’s not a personal grievance. That’s a direct assault on the principle that government derives its authority from the governed.
When the system that’s supposed to translate the people’s will into leadership becomes untrustworthy, the injury doesn’t stop at the candidate who got the short end. The injury lands on every citizen whose vote was supposed to carry real weight.
The ballot isn’t just a counting exercise. It’s the mechanism by which “We the People” actually exercises authority over those who rule. Corrupt that mechanism, and you don’t just change an election result. You break the chain of consent that makes self-government legitimate in the first place.
That’s why the entire conversation was relentlessly dragged back to Trump’s reaction. A fight about one man’s ego can be mocked, contained, and eventually forgotten. A fight about whether the American people still get to decide who governs them cannot be dismissed so easily. So they made sure the second conversation never happened.
The presidency doesn’t belong to any politician. It belongs to the citizens who are supposed to grant temporary authority through elections they can actually trust. Once that trust is gone, everything else is just theater.
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America turns 250 today.
Let me read back the resume.
We started by telling a king to pound sand, in writing.
By 1803 we bought half a continent from France for about four cents an acre.
We fought a war with ourselves and somehow stayed one country.
We strung a railroad across the entire thing.
We handed the world the lightbulb, the telephone, and the airplane in about thirty years flat.
Then a man named Willis Carrier invented air conditioning and made half the planet actually livable.
You are welcome, Texas. You are welcome, Dubai.
Twice the whole world caught fire, and twice we showed up and helped put it out.
We split the atom.
We put men on the moon in 1969.
Then we went back and hit golf balls up there, because why not.
We invented jazz, blues, rock and roll, and hip-hop, and the whole planet is still dancing to it.
We put a burger and fries on every corner of the earth.
We built rockets that fly themselves home and land standing straight up.
We flew a helicopter on Mars.
We launched a car into actual space and it is still out there cruising.
We also invented ranch dressing and somehow talked the entire world into putting it on pizza.
Priorities.
We even invented three of our own sports so we could win them.
Baseball, basketball, and football.
Real football, the kind with hands, because we named it and we are not taking corrections.
The rest of the planet can keep soccer, which is fine, we are hosting it in our backyard this summer anyway.
And yes, Canadian football exists, wider field, extra man, one fewer down, and we try very hard not to think about it.
Frankly it was generous of us to invent our own games.
If we put all that energy into soccer, nobody else would ever lift that trophy again.
We would win it so often they would just rename it the America’s Cup and hand us the keys.
You are welcome for the suspense.
And in 2026 we threw a birthday so big a German tourist live-tweeted our gas stations to 750,000 people.
Not every chapter was clean.
We argued, we stumbled, we fixed what we broke, and we kept building.
That is the whole trick.
Two hundred and fifty years in, and we are still the loudest, brightest, most improbable experiment on the map.
Not bad for a country that started as a strongly worded letter to a king.
Happy birthday, America.
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21 years ago today, on June 28, 2005, four Navy SEALs were inserted under cover of darkness into the Hindu Kush mountains of Afghanistan, a place so high and so cold the clouds drift below your feet. Their mission was to find a Taliban commander hiding in the village of Sawtalo Sar. Their names were Michael Murphy, Danny Dietz, Matthew Axelson, and Marcus Luttrell.
By morning, fate walked right up the mountain to meet them. A goat herder and a boy wandered straight into their hidden position. The team had a choice no man should ever have to make: kill unarmed civilians, or let them go and risk everything. They let them go. Within an hour, the mountain came alive with rifle fire.
What happened next is almost too brutal to put into words. Dozens of fighters swarmed the high ground above them. The four men fought their way down a near vertical slope, throwing themselves off ledges and cliffs to escape the fire, breaking bones, tearing flesh, leaving blood on the rocks, and still turning to shoot. One by one they were hit. Still they fought. They would not stop. They would not surrender.
Their radios could not reach the base down in the valley. They were screaming for help into dead air. And so Lieutenant Michael Murphy did something that should never be forgotten. He stood up. He walked out of the rocks and into open ground, into the full teeth of the enemy, with bullets cracking past him on every side, just to get a clear signal. He was shot in the back while making that call. He dropped the radio, picked it back up, finished the call, and said thank you. Then he kept fighting until he could fight no more. That single act of courage is the only reason the world ever learned their names.
Help came screaming up the valley. An MH-47 Chinook, call sign Red Wings 11, packed with eight more SEALs and eight Army Night Stalkers of the legendary 160th SOAR, refused to wait for gunship cover. Their brothers were dying and they would not sit still for it. As the bird flared over the ridge, a single rocket propelled grenade flew through the open rear ramp. The explosion tore the aircraft apart in the sky. All sixteen men aboard were killed the instant it hit the mountain.
Three on the ground. Sixteen in the air. Nineteen American sons gone in a single afternoon. It remains the worst loss of life in Naval Special Warfare history since World War II.
Michael Murphy was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. Danny Dietz and Matthew Axelson received the Navy Cross. Marcus Luttrell, blown off a cliff and shredded by shrapnel, was the only one to come home. He survived because a Pashtun villager named Mohammad Gulab found him broken in a ravine and, under an ancient code of honor older than the country these men died for, stood between him and the Taliban and refused to give him up.
Twenty one years later, do not let these be just names on a screen. They had mothers. They had wives. They had children who grew up with a flag folded into a triangle instead of a father. They chose each other over their own lives on a mountain most people will never even hear of.
So today, say their names out loud. All nineteen of them 🇺🇸
In remembrance:
Lt. Michael P. Murphy
Gunner's Mate 2nd Class Danny P. Dietz
Sonar Technician 2nd Class Matthew G. Axelson
Lt. Cmdr. Erik S. Kristensen
Senior Chief Daniel R. Healy
Petty Officer 2nd Class James E. Suh
Petty Officer 2nd Class Eric S. Patton
Chief Petty Officer Jacques J. Fontan
Petty Officer 1st Class Jeffery A. Lucas
Petty Officer 2nd Class Shane E. Patton
Petty Officer 1st Class Jeffrey S. Taylor
Maj. Stephen C. Reich
Chief Warrant Officer Corey J. Goodnature
Chief Warrant Officer Chris J. Scherkenbach
Master Sgt. James W. Ponder III
Sgt. 1st Class Marcus V. Muralles
Sgt. 1st Class Michael L. Russell
Staff Sgt. Shamus O. Goare
Sgt. Kip A. Jacoby
Operation Red Wings. June 28, 2005. Never forgotten.
1/8 The Federal Reserve Bank of Dallas published the most rigorous study ever done on unauthorized immigration's economic impact.
The findings are devastating — and the mainstream press buried them.
A thread. 🧵
@FBIDirectorKash I still don't see how these foreigners could have pulled of this trillion-dollar scam without inside help from corrupt politicians and bureaucrats.
Until you arrest those at the top, I don't think it will ever stop.
@FBIDirectorKash I still don't see how these foreigners could have pulled of this trillion-dollar scam without inside help from corrupt politicians and bureaucrats.
Until you arrest those at the top, I don't think it will ever stop.
@martinamcbride Reba, it is illegal for you to refuse this. You may not have voted for him, but your constitutional oath of loyalty requires you to support him during a declared war