🚨WOW!!!
A plant manager in South Carolina who had his business raided by ICE says the entire production line is now, "A GHOST TOWN" and no one is showing up to work anymore.
"We went from having 100 employees to 24, it's sad."
He says illegal immigrant women were trying to climb IN THE ROOF RAFTERS to hide from ICE.
In all, 48 illegal immigrants were detained + 2 of the American employers who are charged with stealing the identity of REAL Americans to forge work documents for nearly 50 illegal immigrants.
You said you’d put two bullets in the head of the former GOP Speaker of the House.
You wished for his wife to hold their children in her arms as they died.
You’re an absolutely joke.
You have ZERO credibility.
Sit down, and take your L before a court hands you another one.
People with rifles were involved in 401 deaths last year.
Constipation killed 901.......
Being full of shit, like liberals, kills more people than rifles!
🚨PRIDE MONTH🚨
The Texas Rangers are the ONLY MLB team not acknowledging “Pride Month.”
The Rangers are again not hosting an LGBT night event.
Instead, on June 18, they will be hosting a Faith and Family Night.
According to their website, the event will feature “personal testimonies from Rangers players Wyatt Langford, Josh Jung, Cody Bradford, Jacob Latz, Jalen Beeks, and others, sharing how faith impacts their lives both on and off the field.”
If the sign says "right lane ends 1 mile" the correct course of action is to keep driving until you have to zipper in or until the sign says "lane ends merge left."
Almost nobody seems to understand this.
I don’t understand why the designers of this cement mixer put the outlet right at the front. Surely someone should’ve thought about what happens when the truck has to slam on the brakes while it’s fully loaded?
⭐️THIS is a GREAT read ⭐️
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.
⭐️THIS is a GREAT read ⭐️
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.
The Texas Rangers are the only MLB team not doing the whole Pride Month thing.
No rainbow jerseys, no special nights, just baseball for everybody.
And you know what? Good for them. Finally, someone keeping it about the game instead of turning the ballpark into a parade float.
If you’re tired of every team shoving politics down your throat with every pitch, support the Rangers.
Buy the merch. Rock that Texas hat. Go to the games.
God bless Texas. And God bless the Rangers for not caving to the insanity.
My angel mother who gave me birth, gets one day to recognize her a year.
The heroes who died for our country get one day to recognize them.
The birth of Jesus gets one day a year to celebrate.
And you actually believe I’m gonna give an entire month for you because you’re gay?
NO !!!
Who else feels this way I’m sick of this shit?
I was heading upstairs to bed on a Tuesday night when I happened to glance out the back window and noticed that the light in my garden shed was on. I was fairly certain I hadn't left it on.
I was positive I could make out two thugs moving around in there, going through shelves that contained tools belonging to me and not to them. I went to the phone and called the local police.
A recorded message directed me to press several different numbers before I reached a human being, who explained that all units were currently engaged and that someone would be dispatched as soon as one became available. It might be a while. I thanked him and hung up.
I sat in my armchair and looked at the phone for about sixty seconds. Then I picked it up again and called the same number. When the operator answered, I said calmly, “Hello. I called a few minutes ago about the two burglars going through my garden shed. You don't need to rush anymore — I've just shot them both.”
I hung up. In the time it takes to brew a decent pot of coffee — roughly four minutes — two police cars came flying down my street, a helicopter appeared overhead with a searchlight, and a very committed response team came through my back garden gate.
They found the two burglars still in the shed, entirely unshot, frozen in place. An officer came over to me looking somewhat bemused. “Ma’am,” he said, “you told the dispatcher you'd shot them.”
“Yes,” I said. “And your dispatcher told me no one was available.”
Jennifer, an anti-ICE rioter, is straight-up losing her shit after cops didnt give a fuck when she got hit by a car while intentionally blocking the road.
Any advice for Jennifer?!