Rex Chadwell

Conservative, Lurking on Orcas Island, WA. Army UH-1, Class 69-15, Vietnam, 101st Airborne, AA Captain / ORD. Retired and Living the Dream with Agent Orange.

[Desiree @DesireeAmerica4]

26-year-old Leon Gillespie spent nearly an hour on a hospital roof in North Wales dressed as the Grim Reaper, staring down at patients.

​Yes, you can get arrested for this. 😂👇

[C-Reason🇺🇸 @CreasonJana]

Muslims, practicing the cult of Islam, consider we American women to be UNCLEAN, therefore it is okay to use and abuse us.

That’s saying a lot when the Quran justifies beating their wives ‘at least’ once a month, and marrying little girls (as young as 5 years old) is okay.

[Miles Commodore @miles_commodore]

91 years ago, Monopoly the game goes on sale.

[John Kennedy @SenJohnKennedy]

I'd rather have a back-alley colonoscopy than go to another meeting about the work we need to get done.

It's time to vote.

[Young Americans for Liberty @YALiberty]

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[Dotsthoughts @DorothyStangle]

America, a leaked AUDIO has everyone talking after it reportedly captured a private conversation aboard Air Force One. Not because of controversy—but because of something President Trump allegedly said to his pilot that has many people looking at him in a completely different way. When you hear the words, they paint a picture of shared sacrifice that many people weren't expecting.
According to the story, during a recent 12-hour international flight, the cockpit communication system accidentally remained active, recording what was meant to be a private conversation between President Trump and his pilot.
Trump reportedly asked,
“How long have you been flying Air Force One?”
The pilot replied,
“Fifteen years, Mr. President. You’re the fourth President I’ve flown.”
Trump then asked,
“Do you have children?”
“Yes, sir. Three of them—two daughters and one son.”
That’s when Trump reportedly said something that quickly spread across social media:
“I know these long trips keep you away from your family. I know you miss birthdays, school events, and bedtime stories. I understand because I’m missing time with my own 10 grandchildren too. But remember this—you and I are making these sacrifices for them. We’re giving up time with our families so they can grow up in a stronger America. So your children can have a brighter future, and my grandchildren can inherit a nation worth believing in. We’re not just flying today—we’re helping build tomorrow. Thank you for making this sacrifice alongside me.”
The pilot, reportedly emotional, responded,
“Mr. President... thank you for saying that. No one has ever...”
Trump then replied,
“You’re a father before you’re a pilot. Just as I’m a President before I’m a grandfather. Our families will be waiting for us, but today America’s children are counting on all of us.”
For many people, this story reflects the idea that Trump viewed the pilots, crew members, and staff not simply as employees, but as parents and family members making sacrifices together in service of the country. ✈️🇺🇸
👍 Drop a thumbs up and type: WE’RE BUILDING THEIR TOMORROW.
Comment: Pilot and President sacrificing family time together—that’s unity through service.

[PNW Conservative @PNWConservative]

🚨SILVER ALERT 📍 HAYDEN LAKE, IDAHO🚨

Elderly man last seen mumbling to himself wandering through a wind turbine graveyard.

Name: Jay Inslee

Last Wearing: blue hoodie and glasses made of petroleum products.

📞 Animal Control if seen.

Do not approach, he startles easily.

[PNW Conservative @PNWConservative]

Democrat led Washington cut fire prevention efforts…

… to fund laser hair removal and breast implants for tr*ns inmates.

[Bethany O’Leary 🇺🇸 🦅 @BethanyForTruth]

🚨Michigan Democrats just handed the Senate nomination to Abdul El-Sayed with a near-certain win. 🤯

A Muslim candidate pushing the hardest left-wing policies!!!

25 years after 9/11, we’ve gone from “never forget” to actively importing the very ideology that attacked us…all while pretending it’s just another “diverse” candidate.

The same party that claims to care about women’s rights and LGBTQ issues is bending over backwards for someone whose worldview is fundamentally opposed to those things.

We’re not being tolerant. We’re being suicidal.

This is exactly what the Democrat Party has turned into.

Are we really this asleep at the wheel?!?

Wake the hell up, America.

[John McAfee 🇺🇸 News @mcafeenew]

🚨SENATOR JOHN KENNEDY DECLARES MAXINE WATERS’ CONTINUED VOTING FROM AN ALZHEIMER’S FACILITY A CONSTITUTIONAL CRISIS!

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She’s in a care facility… and her vote is still counting.

Senator John N. Kennedy just called out the fact that Maxine Waters is currently in an Alzheimer’s facility in San Recto, California — yet her House votes keep being recorded.

“How is she still voting when she doesn’t remember her own name?” Kennedy asked. “They’re subverting the rule of law to pad the vote.”

Kennedy has already moved to strike every House measure that passed with her vote over the past four months and is demanding those votes be held again once a legitimate replacement is seated.

The same party that lectures America about democracy is literally counting votes from a woman who no longer knows who she is.

Share this everywhere so the country sees the quiet constitutional crisis happening in plain sight!

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[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

In 2006, workers digging a road in Belgium unearthed the body of a soldier who had lain hidden for nearly ninety years.

Most of the battlefield dead were buried in haste, tumbled into shell holes with no time for ceremony. But not this one.

This young man had been laid to rest with unmistakable care — and when they learned who had done it, and why, it broke their hearts...

The place was Polygon Wood, near Zonnebeke, in Belgium's Flanders Fields — ground soaked in the blood of the First World War. A construction crew, breaking earth for roadworks, struck something their machines were never meant to find. Not rock. Not clay. Bones.

In this corner of Belgium, that is not as rare as you might think. More than a century after the guns fell silent, the soil around Ypres is still giving up its dead. The workers stopped at once and called the man who is summoned for exactly this: Johan Vandewalle, a Belgian battlefield archaeologist who has spent his life recovering the fallen of the Great War, and who runs a little café and museum nearby.

Over the following days, Vandewalle and his team carefully uncovered not one soldier but five, all young Australians, buried together where they fell. They would come to be known as the "Zonnebeke Five." Four of the bodies had suffered badly in the earth. But the fifth was different.

The fifth soldier had been wrapped, with great care, in a canvas groundsheet — the standard-issue sheet a soldier used for shelter. The wrapping had protected him so well that his remains, even his boots, were remarkably intact after ninety years. And there was one detail that stopped the excavators in their tracks.

His arms had been folded gently across his chest.

No one does that in the frenzy of battle unless they love the man they are burying. This was not a body dumped in a crater. This was someone laid to rest, tenderly, by a hand that grieved. Someone had knelt in that hell and taken the time to do it right.

The question was: who was he, and who had buried him with such love?

In time, several of the Zonnebeke Five were identified through DNA, matched to living relatives back in Australia. The soldier in the groundsheet was Private John Hunter — known to his family as Jack — of the 49th Battalion, Australian Infantry, a young man from the town of Nanango in Queensland. And when his family's story was traced, through the memories passed down by his niece, the truth of that tender grave finally emerged.

Jack Hunter had not gone to war alone. He had a brother.

His name was James Hunter — Jim — and he was Jack's younger brother. The two of them, boys from the same Queensland home, had enlisted and ended up serving side by side in the very same battalion, in one of the most terrible battles of the most terrible war the world had ever known.

To understand what Jim did, you have to understand where he did it.

The fighting around Polygon Wood in September of 1917 was part of the wider campaign history remembers as Passchendaele — a byword for horror even by the standards of the First World War. The land had been shelled into oblivion. Trees were reduced to blackened splinters. The earth itself had been churned into a bottomless soup of mud and water, so deep that wounded men sometimes drowned in it before anyone could reach them.

It was into this that the Hunter brothers advanced, on the 26th of September, 1917.

Somewhere in that chaos of shellfire and machine guns, Jack was hit. And his younger brother Jim reached him.

Jack died there, in Jim's arms.

What Jim did next is the reason we tell this story at all. He was in the middle of an active battlefield. Shells were still falling. Another attack could come at any moment. Every instinct of survival screamed at him to move, to take cover, to save himself. Instead, Jim stayed with his brother's body — and he buried him.

He wrapped Jack in his groundsheet. He folded Jack's arms across his chest, the way you would lay out a loved one for a proper funeral. He dug a grave as best he could in that waterlogged ground, and he laid his brother in it, and he did his utmost to mark the spot so that he could one day come back and find him.

But Passchendaele did not let anything stay marked. The next barrage reshaped the ground. The rains filled the craters. The mud closed over everything. And by the time the battle had moved on, the little grave was gone, swallowed by the churned and ruined earth.

Jim Hunter survived the war. He went back, afterward, and searched for the place where he had buried his brother — but it had vanished, erased along with the whole shattered landscape. In time, he returned home to Australia. He carried Jack with him for the rest of his life, always believing, always hoping, that one day the two of them would somehow be reunited.

He died without ever finding his brother's grave. He never knew that anyone ever would.

And then, decades after Jim was gone, a road crew broke ground near Polygon Wood — and Jack came back into the light at last, still wrapped in the groundsheet his brother had folded around him, his arms still crossed where his brother's hands had placed them.

In 2007, Private John "Jack" Hunter was reburied with full military honours at the Buttes New British Cemetery, only a short distance from where he had fallen. He has a proper headstone now, carved with his name. It reads: "Beloved son of Harry and Emily Hunter, Nanango, QLD. At rest after being lost for 90 years." And his name was removed from the great Menin Gate memorial to the missing — because he was no longer missing. He had been found.

Johan Vandewalle could not let the story rest there. So moved was he by what one brother had done for another that he set out to build a permanent memorial to it — and to all the brothers who fought and suffered and died side by side in that war. In the years that followed, an Australian sculptor named Louis Laumen created the centrepiece: a life-size bronze of Jim cradling his dying brother Jack in his arms.

That memorial stands in Zonnebeke today, and people travel from Australia and around the world to see it. They stand before the two bronze brothers, and they read the story, and very often they weep — because the loss of seventeen million souls in that war is a number too vast for the human heart to hold, but one brother refusing to leave another is something we understand completely.

Jack and Jim Hunter were not statistics. They were two boys from a Queensland town who grew up together, and went to war together, and in the end lay only a groundsheet apart across ninety years.

One brother would not leave the other behind. And in the end, neither did history.

Had you ever heard the story of the Hunter brothers? Tell us below. And here's one for today: is there a story of devotion between brothers or sisters in your own family that has stayed with you all your life?

[FairTax® Official @FairTaxOfficial]

Yes, even after 30 years, they are STILL out there. https://t.co/cUXKnKJuQQ

[Country Cat @harry_the_k]

Now there's a bill I can get behind. Imagine Thune bringing this to the floor....lol.

[John McAfee 🇺🇸 News @mcafeenew]

🚨JACK SMITH CAUGHT TRYING TO FLEE TO THE CAYMAN ISLANDS — ARRESTED AT FORT LAUDERDALE AIRPORT AND LED INTO MIAMI-DADE COURTHOUSE IN HANDCUFFS!

🔗 https://t.co/oy6j9TaVnv

The special counsel just became a flight risk.

Jack Smith, who was under strict federal orders to remain in Illinois while the Justice Department investigates his role in the 2020 election rigging, decided to ignore the judge and bolt for the Cayman Islands.

U.S. Marshals caught him at the airport in Fort Lauderdale as he tried to board the plane.

He was arraigned in Miami-Dade and immediately turned over to the Marshals, who will escort him straight back to Illinois under guard.

The man who spent years weaponizing the justice system against President Trump is now the one in custody for trying to run.

Share this everywhere so America sees the hunter become the hunted!

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[Taya Bass @travelingflying]

I love annoying liberals

[THE TRUE 🇺🇸 @USA1STONLY]

Damn sure did!!

[Girl patriot 🙏 🇺🇸 🦅 @Girlpatriot1974]

Riley Gaines just dropped the perfect response to Clay Travis’s latest reality check for the WNBA.
Clay Travis isn’t joking.

He’s offered to buy a WNBA expansion franchise, put it in Nashville, name it the Nashville Balls, and stock it with a 100% “trans” roster (biological males who identify as women) plus a matching coaching staff. Most inclusive team in league history, by the league’s own standards.

On top of that, he upped his challenge to $10 million: the defending champion Las Vegas Aces vs. a boys’ high school state title team of his choice. Winner takes the $10M. Game on pay-per-view, all profits to Tunnel to Towers for mortgage-free homes for families of fallen soldiers, police, and first responders.

Riley’s take is sharp: if the WNBA’s stated goal is maximum inclusivity (and the big payday), this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Decline it, and by their own rules they’re the bigoted ones.

He’s already shown he’ll put real money behind it — he and his wife just committed $10M to Vanderbilt Law School. The Balls merch is writing itself.

What say you, WNBA?

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Robert E. Lee spent his final years far from any battlefield. After surrendering at Appomattox in 1865, he took a quiet job as president of a small, nearly bankrupt school in Lexington, Virginia called Washington College. He threw himself into it, expanded the curriculum, treated the students almost like a father, and helped keep the place alive. The school later renamed itself Washington and Lee University in his honor.

His health had been failing for years. He had suffered chest pains and what was likely heart disease since the war, and the strain had aged him well beyond his early sixties.

The end came suddenly. On September 28, 1870, Lee sat through a long vestry meeting at his church on a cold, wet evening. He came home for dinner, stood at the head of the table to say grace, and found he could not speak. He had suffered a stroke. They put him to bed, and for two weeks he drifted in and out, mostly unable to talk. He died on the morning of October 12, 1870, at the age of 63.

There is a famous story that his last words were "Strike the tent," the old command to break camp and move out, sometimes paired with "Tell Hill he must come up," a reference to one of his generals. It is a haunting image, a dying soldier's mind wandering back to the war. Historians are genuinely split on whether he really said it, since he could barely speak in those final days, but the line has followed his memory ever since.

He was buried beneath the chapel on the college grounds, now known as Lee Chapel, where his remains still rest. His warhorse Traveller, who had carried him through the entire war, outlived him by only a year.