Shanedog

Veteran, Patriot Old Guy whose give a damn is busted! 1A/2A Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior!

[Shanedog @shanedog5000]

@Rodeogrl1978 @GuntherEagleman Yes, Santa Fe, N.M.

[Pete Hegseth @PeteHegseth]

Two simple Truths:

Jesus Christ died for our sins.

America’s fallen died for our freedom.

May we live worthy.

[Josh Howerton @howertonjosh]

The grandpa you laughed at behind his back for letting you watch violent war movies as a kid, but who freaked out about the Disney show where the kid had 2 Dads... that guy was right.

There was evil in the war movie, but it was generally evil depicted AS EVIL in a great struggle between good and evil, and it trained the consciences of a generation to value things like...

- Valor
- Self-sacrifice
- Courage
- Integrity
- Honor
- Patriotism (yes, patriotism IS a good thing)

My Dad used to say, "The worst kind person is the guy who was born on third and acts like he hit a triple."

Be wise, but watch a war movie with your kids today and help your American kid understand they were born on third base because a bunch of people died to get them three bases ahead.

[Supersonic Redhead🛫 @Supersonic_Red]

I honestly do not know what to say other than thank you.
This little essay about Generation Jones has taken on a life of its own. Nearly half a million views, thousands of interactions, and so many kind, thoughtful comments from people sharing their own memories and experiences.

I have gained almost 2,000 followers in a very short time and because of platform restrictions I cannot follow everyone back immediately, but please know I see you, appreciate you and will follow all of you back.

What has moved me most is how wonderful and humble people have been. The stories, conversations, laughter, memories, and even the disagreements have overwhelmingly been thoughtful and kind.

For a brief moment, it felt like people remembering who we used to be with each other. That is pretty special. Thank you for giving your time to my words. It has been incredibly cool to experience.

[Shanedog @shanedog5000]

@RichOToole El Paso is closer to Dallas (624 miles) than Los Angeles (815 miles). Just an FYI.

[Reverend Jordan Wells @WellsJorda89710]

🚨 BREAKING: President Donald J. Trump Just Did Something NO Sitting President Has Ever Done
In a powerful moment, President Trump opened the Bible and read 2 Chronicles 7:11-22 aloud — word for word.
Here’s what he read:

“If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

He didn’t just quote the famous verse 14 — he read the full powerful passage, from Solomon finishing the Temple to God’s solemn warning and promise.
We have NEVER had a sitting President do this.
Not like this. Not with this clarity. Not pointing America straight back to the God who founded her.
This isn’t politics.

This is a leader calling a nation to repentance, humility, and revival.
When was the last time you saw a President open the Scriptures and declare that God can still heal our land — if we turn back to Him?
Share this if you believe America needs this message now more than ever.

God bless President Trump.
God bless the United States of America. 🙏🇺🇸
#TrumpReadsTheBible #2Chronicles714 #AmericaTurnBackToGod

[Josh Howerton @howertonjosh]

Some of this is really disturbing to hear. But what @RepBrandonGill does during this hearing on ab*rtion is important.

I want to show what a SEARED conscience looks like and what Satan does to deceive people on issues like ab*rtion.

[Toni @ToniLL22]

I love this. 👇
To the person who wrote this, thank you for sharing what so many of us think of our President.♥️🇺🇸

Mr. President,
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I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Probably not. But I’m writing it anyway because my wife and I talk about this all the time, and somebody needs to say it out loud.
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We can’t wait for the day you’re no longer President.
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Not because we’re tired of you. The opposite. Because you deserve to go home. You deserve quiet mornings. You deserve to sit on your own porch without the weight of 330 million people sitting on your shoulders. You deserve your family back. You deserve peace.
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You didn’t have to do any of this.
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You had the money.
You had the name.
You had the life most men only dream about.
You could’ve spent the rest of your days golfing, traveling, watching your grandkids grow up.
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Instead you stepped into a fire that nearly cost you everything.
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They mocked you. They sued you. They raided your home. They tried to bankrupt you. They tried to lock you up. They dragged your wife and kids through the mud. They put a bullet through your ear and you got up with your fist in the air and kept going.
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For what?
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For us. Regular people. Truck drivers. Welders. Waitresses. Roughnecks. Farmers. Single moms working two jobs. Grandparents on a fixed income watching the country they built get handed away.
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You didn’t owe us a thing. And you gave us everything.
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You risked your name. Your legacy. Your safety. Your family’s safety. Your brand. Your freedom. All of it. So this country could have one more shot at being what it was supposed to be.
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And the truth nobody wants to admit?
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We didn’t deserve a President like you.
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A nation this divided, this ungrateful, this asleep at the wheel didn’t earn a man willing to bleed for it. But God sent you anyway. And I’ll thank Him for that until the day I die. 🙏
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So when the day finally comes that you walk away from that desk, I hope you sleep good. I hope your wife laughs again without looking over her shoulder. I hope your kids breathe easy. I hope you golf till the sun goes down and nobody bothers you for nothing.
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You earned every bit of it.
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Thank you, Mr. President. From a truck driver in Texas who prays for you often.
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God bless you. God bless your family. And God bless the United States of America. 🇺🇸

[The Biblical Man @Biblicalman]

The Ark was built before the rain.

That is the part men skip.

Noah did not wait until the sky turned black.

He did not wait until water came through the door.

He did not wait until his wife was scared, his sons were frantic, and the neighbors finally believed him.

He built while the world looked normal.

That is faith.

Not vibes.
Not panic.
Not last-minute religion.

Obedience before proof.

“By faith Noah, being warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with fear, prepared an ark…”
Hebrews 11:7 KJV

Most men wait until the flood is already in the house.

The marriage is already cold.

The son is already distant.

The daughter already stopped talking.

The body already broke down.

The money is already gone.

Then they want God to help them build.

But the ark is not a panic project.

It is what a man builds because he believes God before the weather changes.

Build before the rain.

[M.A. Rothman @MichaelARothman]

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍: “𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 ’𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑’ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍”

“𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳∗𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬!𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?”

Wilson destroys the myth of “Christian pacifism”:

— “𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦”
— “𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦”
— “𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯”

The left has spent decades rewriting Christianity as a 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 — turn the other cheek means don’t fight back, forgiveness means don’t defend yourself.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.

𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 @𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘥

[j wall ✡ @jwhaifa]

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent.
"Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said.
My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy.
The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father.
He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him.
So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped.
She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor.
Through tears, she shouted,
"My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!"
She was the one who got detention.
She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt.
"I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him."
My heart cracked wide open.
The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly.
I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium.
Then my phone rang.
"Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come."
I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee.
"What happened? Grace, are you okay?"
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school."
"Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!"
But Grace laughed.
"No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead.
I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent.
Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do *this*.
The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth.
Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room.
"We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine."
A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson.
Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?"
Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt.
"Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently.
As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor.
Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father."
The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying.
Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit.
"Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always."
He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter.
Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own.
Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet.
I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye.
Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised.
"Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy."
Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear.
Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.

[DK🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸 @1Nicdar]

🚨ATTN: @Pontifex

[Mr. Star Spangled MAGA @4thOfJuly365]

👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

[Kyle L @kylas610]

Turin shroud 🙏✝️

We can’t explain how !

[NancyH @NancyH_60]

😂 Y’all… This Buc-ee’s story had me hollerin’ and praising the Lord at the same time!

This sweet bearded fella is telling the wildest, funniest story about stopping at Buc-ee’s and running into “Toby” and this little old lady. Next thing you know, there’s $147 worth of who-knows-what and somehow the Golden Nugget Casino gets thrown in the mix!

The way he describes it had me laughing so hard I almost cried. He says people would “build churches on it” — and honey, I believe it! Only at Buc-ee’s can you go in for gas and come out with a full-blown adventure.

God sure has a sense of humor, doesn’t He? He knows we need these little moments of joy and laughter in the middle of crazy days.

What’s your best Buc-ee’s story?

[Sassy Devil Dog 🔥 @VinoNStrosGal]

We’re being told this country is broken beyond repair.

And then this happens.

An American Olympic gold medalist, bloodied and grinning, wrapped in the Stars and Stripes, after decades of waiting, sacrifice, and belief, reminding the world what it looks like when America rises again. 🇺🇸

Two kids on a quiet sidewalk, watching Artemis II tear through the sky, like history reaching forward and backward at once, reminding us we are still the nation that dares to go farther. 🚀

And an American Air Force colonel, shot down over enemy territory, alone in the mountains of Iran for 48 hours, hunted, wounded, waiting,

And America came for him anyway.

Through the dark.
Through the risk.
Through the fire.

Because we don’t leave our own.

Same year. Same country.

Not spin. Not noise.
This is real.

They can keep selling division.
They can keep feeding the noise.

But this?
This is different.

This is who we are when it matters.

Not perfect. Not polished.
But still capable of courage.
Still capable of wonder.
Still capable of loyalty.

The darkness is loud right now.

But the light?

The light doesn’t ask permission.

It just shows up.

GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇸❤️
HAPPY EASTER 💜

[Shanedog @shanedog5000]

@ManifestHistory Get the YouVersion app. There are a huge number of plans for reading the bible! Some with some commentary to help with your understanding!

[Unapologetic @Unapologx]

🔥🚨BREAKING: It is being claimed on X that In 2009, Tim Tebow proved the existence of God, a post that is trending reveals the statistically impossible consistency with a bible verse and the former football player.

Trad West: ‘Tim Tebow wrote John 3:16” under his eyes during the National Championship Game. 94 million people searched the verse that night.

Exactly three years later to the day, Tebow played his first NFL playoff game against the Pittsburgh Steelers.

He threw for 316 yards. His yards per completion were 31.6. The TV rating peaked at 31.6. The opponent’s time of possession was 31:06. The only interception in the game was thrown on 3rd and 16. The game was played exactly 316 weeks after Tebow declared he would play college football for the University of Florida.

Six different statistics. All pointing to the same verse. On the same date. Three years apart.

Nobody planned this. Nobody could have.’

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16