Jon WickSA 🇺🇸

Mechanical Engineer, 4 SFR veteran. #MAGA #MAHA 🚫porn🚫crypto🚫DM’s

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

Goodbye for now Vader, you were the best friend that I ever had. I know you’re at the rainbow 🌈 bridge now, and you have no pain and discomfort. I will meet you at the rainbow 🌈 bridge one day.
R.I.P. Vader 09-16 to 11-25

[Kobus Wiese @4KobusWiese]

Well ain’t that the Gospel truth!👏👏👏

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@BarneySimon Slim Jim and the Dieters

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

In a galaxy that demands strength - America stands ready.

This is the way. May the 4th be with you.

[Amerikaners @amerikaners2025]

A beautiful Easter message from a real leader who actually looks after his own people.

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

ARTEMIS II HAS LAUNCHED 🚀 GODSPEED. 🇺🇸

[Headshok1962 @Headshok1962]

I steal memes and post them. Some get millions of views, people laughing and reposting. Yet, they never follow me. You never know the insanity I may post. So, if you like my content, follow and repost and turn on notifications. I post some hilarious shit, but so many of you leave it to the whims of the algorithm as to whether you see them or not. You can tell by my ratio, I follow back good accounts. And I help small accounts grow all the time with individual shout-outs. It is a win-win.

[Zeek Arkham 🇺🇸 @ZeekArkham]

Dear Elon Musk,

If I can make two suggestions for your app:

- We should be able to approve what lists we’re on. It’s pretty common knowledge by now that the Left can’t deal with people thinking differently than them, so they put those of us on the other side on lists to mass report us. If we get a notification that someone has us on a list they intend to use for nefarious purposes, we should be able to say “no.”

- With that, it’s also been brought to my attention they’re putting us on mass report hit lists on bluesky and Reddit. I realize you can’t stop that, but maybe you could have one of your directors assigned to a task where if someone starts getting way too may “reports/I’m telling on you” hits, they could investigate if this person really put something up which would normally be considered “offensive,” or are the usual suspects just offended again.

Just some suggestions. @elonmusk

No hugs. I heard you’re not a hugger. Me neither.
Zeek

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@BarneySimon ANC dictatorship playbook at work!!! Eishkom 2.0 🤣🤣

[Alice VL @RiseAgainstEvil]

For South Africans On Their Way, God Will Meet You There.

Almost eight years ago, I stood barefoot on the cracked red earth of South Africa one last time. The only home I'd ever known. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was about to leave it all behind.

The decision to emigrate to the United States had felt like a slow-burning fire, but when the moment came, terror crashed over me like a cold wave. What if we landed in America with our few hundred dollars, and the doors slammed shut? I pictured us standing lost in a vast airport, strangers rushing past, no familiar face, no voice calling my name in Afrikaans. No family to catch us if we fell. The uncertainty clawed at me. Would we find jobs? A roof? Night after night, I'd wake sweating, whispering prayers into the dark, "Lord, is this really You? Or am I chasing a dream that will destroy us?"

My husband saw the war in my eyes. One quiet evening on our stoep, he took my hands. He looked straight through me, "If God is calling you across that ocean, then He's calling me too." He let go of his world to hold onto mine, and ours together became God's.

We boarded the plane with suitcases heavy with memories and hearts heavier still. When the wheels touched down in the US, the terminal assaulted my senses. Endless fluorescent lights, echoing announcements in flat American English, the smell of coffee, and jet fuel. I gripped my husband's hand so tightly my knuckles whitened. We were strangers here. Exhausted, jet-lagged, clutching our meager savings like a lifeline.

But then, right there, amid the chaos of baggage carousels and hurried travelers, a stillness wrapped around me like warm arms. In the depths of my being, I knew God had met us there. Peace flooded in, washing away the fear like rain on parched earth. God met me there. In that sterile, impersonal arrival hall, and everything changed.

From that first breath on American soil, He began weaving miracles into our days. A chance conversation in a coffee shop led to a church that welcomed us like prodigal children returning home. Doors flew open. A job offer that arrived that first week, a home we could just afford with a view of snow-capped peaks that stole my breath. Friends appeared. Real, deep, family-like bonds, who prayed with us, and laughed with us.

We didn't just survive. We hit the ground running and thrived. We built a life brick by brick, learning to drive on the "wrong" side, marveling at the changing seasons, hiking trails where elk grazed under vast blue skies. Our marriage grew stronger in the soil of shared faith and adventure. Later, the Rocky Mountains became our new cathedral; jagged peaks rising like ancient sentinels, their summits kissed by sunrise, wildflowers carpeting the valleys in summer, golden aspens shivering in fall.

Eight years later, I stand on a ridge overlooking those same mountains, the wind carrying the scent of pine and possibility. Tears come easily now. Not from fear, but from overwhelming gratitude. I've never regretted a single moment. Not the tear-soaked goodbyes at OR Tambo Airport, not the nights we counted pennies for groceries, not the lonely ache of missing family across an ocean. Because in every trembling step, God met me there.

He led us through the unknown, provided in ways that still make me gasp in wonder, held our marriage steady when the world felt unsteady. He turned two scared South Africans with almost nothing into a family thriving in a land of breathtaking beauty and endless opportunity.

If you're standing at your own precipice, staring into a future that feels too big, too empty, too impossible, listen to this voice from the other side. Step forward. Trust Him. He is already there, arms open, ready to meet you in the exact place where your courage meets His faithfulness.

He met me there.
And He's never left.

[Ricky Gervais @rickygervais]

Fuck that! 😂

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@Headshok1962 True story

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@BarneySimon Iron Maiden

[Brandon Herrera @TheAKGuy]

Thank you President Trump! 🇺🇸

[DataRepublican (small r) @DataRepublican]

I try and not ask for help in boosting.

But please boost this.

I am still reaching out in good faith that he prides himself on a kind Senator. But sending me an email weeks after I sent a heartfelt one, timed just after @realJeremyCarl withdrew his nomination with a literal request for me to follow Curtis on X, is rapidly changing those priors.

@SenJohnCurtis please reach out to me. We can still fix this relationship.

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@Headshok1962 @trashpanda2012 Done ✅ and reposted

[Headshok1962 @Headshok1962]

...@trashpanda2012 let's get this great patriot account 400-500 new followers. He follows back. Repost for effect and LFG

[Jon WickSA 🇺🇸 @seang7499]

@Headshok1962 @realColtSeavers Done ✅ and reposted

[Headshok1962 @Headshok1962]

...@realColtSeavers I like this account a lot. He is a good dude. Let's get him 400-500 new followers. He will follow back. Repost for effect and LFG

[Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump]

Got to do something about these missing chidlren grabbed by the perverts. Too many incidents--fast trial, death penalty.

[Nancy Mace @NancyMace]

Stop victim blaming. If the Epstein victims name names in public, they will be sued by those who "allegedly" preyed upon them. Trust me on this.

I believe between the handful of Members of Congress digging deep right now; we will get the names. Every single one. And you will too.