🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸

Ut Prosim Veritas

[Scott Jennings @ScottJenningsKY]

Listen to it all.

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@Michel887241 @ImLe4end @NoodleHairCR7 Yes! The ball is already in the air, half way to the player when they took this snap shot.

[David Santos @davidsantosvlog]

Se llama Ferran Torres, sus padres no cruzaron un desierto ni saltaron ilegalmente la valla de Melilla. Tampoco se pinta las uñas. Es blanco de origen español, católico, luce la bandera de España con orgullo y ha humillado a todo el rojerio con una gorra.

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@bathelshoshana1 🫡 RIP soldier.

[CONSTITUTION X 🇺🇸 @ConstitustionX]

🚨 BREAKING: Victor Davis Hanson Drops a Fiery Truth Bomb! 🔥
“We didn’t storm the beaches of Normandy… didn’t bleed and die in the trenches of World War I… didn’t sacrifice everything in World War II… JUST TO BE LECTURED BY NEWCOMERS on why America is ‘racist’ and ‘flawed’!”
Do you think Hamilton and Jefferson fought and died for YOU?
250 years of American blood—from Gettysburg to Belleau Wood to Iwo Jima—only for first- and second-generation arrivals to march in and declare:
“Your Constitution is garbage. The Founders were racists. When we take power, we’re tearing it all down.”
ENOUGH.
This is OUR country. We built it. We defended it with our lives.
If you come here, assimilate—or go home.
What do YOU think, America? Drop your thoughts below! 👇
@VDHanson #AmericaFirst #NoMoreLectures #DefendTheFounders

[Airas @Airaswe]

They left with courage.
They served with honor.
And though they didn’t return…
Their love still lives in every life they touched.
GOD BLESS OVER HEROS
ISABELLA GONZALES

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@sonoio1992 No hay peor ciego que el que no quiere ver. Se queja de gente burra y mediocre pero no ve la paja en su propio ojo. Sea humilde y acepte la realidad. El equipo argentino no estuvo a la altura durante este partido. No hay excusas.

[Airas @Airaswe]

This is Isabella Gonzales. She was 19 years old, she was from the class of 2025 at Hebron High School. She and her family live in Carrollton, TX.

On Friday July 17, 2026. Private Isabella Gonzales was killed in Jordan.

I did not have the honor knowing this outstanding young lady while she was alive. I do have the opportunity making sure we all remember her name.

How should the nation honor the memory of its fallen heroes? 🇺🇸

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@soran0312_ 16

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@MayraFlores4TX 🫡 RIP young soldier.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B.

I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt."

I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch.

Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?"

I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look.

"...I have only just arrived."

"Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section.

The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor.

A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice.

I bowed slightly. I could not help it.

Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?"

"...I was paying respects to your blade work."

He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter.

"Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left."

I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect.

"Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter."

Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped.

Then the storm came.

I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes.

H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home.

They drive toward it.

During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked.

A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER.

Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose.

I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey.

He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do.

"Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again."

"...How long?"

"Sixteen days."

I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word.

"...You are not a butcher, Dale."

He picked up his knife. "Sure I am."

In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself.

The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars.

A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it.

I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so."

I did not tip him. He would not let me.

I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point.

The shelf is the point.

Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it.

A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it.

The bread was there.

[Selene Mariposa @Selene_Mariposa]

The World Cup ends today. One game left. By tomorrow most of you visitors will be packing up, heading to the airport, going home.

So before you go, let me say the thing I actually want to say.

A few weeks ago I wrote a silly post about all the things you were discovering here. Free refills. Free water. Ice like civilized people. Chips and salsa before you even order. Air conditioning that is a fact and not a moral debate. Drive-throughs. Ranch by the gallon. The Germans standing in the HEB meat aisle in reverent silence, finally understanding why we do not have trains. Buc-ee’s, for which there are still no words.

It blew up, because it was true, and because you were so delightfully stunned by all of it.

Even the Wall Street Journal caught on. Their headline this week: how the US lost the World Cup and won over the world. We did not lift the trophy. But apparently we lifted something else.

We even learned a few things about ourselves along the way. Like the fact that Elon Musk, the single richest man on the planet, shops at HEB. Just rolls in and queues up for fresh tortillas with everybody else. The man could buy the tortilla company, the state it is in, and the moon it sits under, and instead he is standing in line at the hot-tortilla counter like the rest of us, because that is where the good ones are. Only in America is the wealthiest human alive elbow to elbow with a mom of four at the salsa bar. That is the whole country in one aisle.

And here is the part I want every one of you to hear on your way out the door.

None of it was a show.

We did not roll all this out because you were coming. The ice was always there. The refills were always free. The grocery stores were always the size of aircraft hangars at ten on a Tuesday. The stranger who adopted your whole section, the guy who gave you a ride, the waitress who remembered your order, the family that invited you to the cookout, that is not World Cup America. That is just America. That is Tuesday.

We are exactly like this when nobody is visiting. Loud, generous, ridiculous, overfed, and genuinely thrilled you came. We will still be exactly like this tomorrow when the stands are empty and the flags come down.

So thank you. To everyone who came, who sang in our streets, who cleaned our stadiums, who turned our cities orange and filled our bars and taught us your chants. You were wonderful guests, and you made a country that just turned 250 feel young and seen and loved.

And to everyone who could not make it this time, the door does not close today. We meant all of it. Come whenever. The porch light stays on, the fridge stays full, and there is always room for one more at the table.

You found out who we are these last few weeks.

Good news. We are like this all the time.

Safe travels home.

Y’all come back now, you hear. 🦋

[Patriot @_Patriot1776Q_]

Regime Annihilation. @CarlHigbie is spot on here.

[GRANDPA’s FREE ADVICE @GOP_is_Gutless]

🚨 MAJOR MEDIA CENSORSHIP EXPOSED:

Last week, President Trump was set to address the nation. ABC, NBC, and CBS refused to air it, claiming “the President lies.”

They then criticized a speech the public never got to see firsthand.

But award-winning reporters Catherine Herridge & John Solomon confirmed the President’s info was correct.

Why the blackout? Networks violated the public interest under the Communications Act of 1934.

This is dangerous censorship in a free society.

The First Amendment is under attack.
#MediaBias #Censorship #TrumpAddress

[Jeffery Mead @the_jefferymead]

250,000 non citizens registered to vote while 400,000 dead people are still on voter rolls..

Yes, we need better election integrity/security.

[RON .D. WATKINS @Ron_WatkinsQ]

This woman wins the internet today 🔥

This is where my righteous anger pops up, bc know what he saying is a lie bc I live in the south and when I go to vote, every single time there's an election, and guess what, I show my ID, I write my signature, they check to see who I am

[Jeffery Mead @the_jefferymead]

These democratic socialists are insufferable and entitled. Abolish rent?

Many of them want to receive value without giving any..

[I Meme Therefore I Am 🇺🇸 @ImMeme0]

What he said! 🔥🔥🔥

[🇺🇸 Roberto Avila Bauman 🇺🇸 @robavilabauman]

@EricLDaugh I guess some dictators are good.

[Gutfeld! @Gutfeldfox]

America Derangement Syndrome