William Slaughter

[Jon Tweets Sports @jontweetssports]

It’s Boss Dawg Day at SEC Media Days. Kirby is just built different.

[ThePersistence @ScottPresler]

If the Senate passes the SAVE America Act,

I will cut my hair.

[Clay Travis @ClayTravis]

Americans with broken brains are now rooting for Belgium because of the red card removal. But Ronaldo had an appeal granted that got two World Cup games back. I’d argue Trump as top advocate for US interests is doing what he should. Talk with @willcain.

[Bill Ackman @BillAckman]

The best evidence that @NYCMayor Mamdani has not held a job is the fact that he is sitting on the wrong side of the desk.

And listen to his words. On a day when we, and in particular, our leaders should be celebrating the 250 years of our nation’s history, he attacks us and what makes our country great.

Mamdani and the Democratic Socialists are grave threats to our present and our future.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

@BernieSanders This you?

Bernie Sanders: "You think I should wait on line at United? No apologies for my private jets."

[Gerry Callahan @GerryCallahan]

Things that triggered the left this week:

- a clean reflecting pool
- a name on a building
- a murderer getting convicted of murder
- a sporting event at the White House
- a successful IPO
- welders and janitors becoming millionaires

[Andruw Jones @andruwjones25]

RIP my second Father 🙏🏾

[Overton @overton_news]

Nick Shirley just revealed the STRANGEST answer he got from a Cuban on his trip.

He described a reality so disturbing it exposes exactly how the government’s control destroys everyday freedom.

SHIRLEY: “One person said they haven’t had eggs in a year.”

“They talk about these books that they have, I think they call them their ration book, where the government controls how much food they get and they’re like, this is horrible. We haven’t even had eggs in a year. It takes years to get to eat a chicken.”

“Stuff that you wouldn’t even think about here in the United States. But because of communism and the government controlling what people can actually do and what they can eat, it dictates their entire life.”

This is the nightmare communism delivers.

[Coach Kirby Smart @KirbySmartUGA]

The next level! So proud of you CJ. You have led the LB room with so much fire and that will only continue in Indy. @Colts got a great one. GO DAWGS !!

[Ted Cruz @tedcruz]

Who knew George Washington was Somali?

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 ALL ROADS LEAD TO OBAMA!

Hussein Obama: "We are no longer a Christian nation."

"The US has been enriched by Muslims."

Then he gave a CASH PAYMENT to radical Shia Iran and imported the 3rd world.

President Trump is trying to save our republic 🇺🇸

[William Wolfe 🇺🇸 @WilliamWolfe]

The fact that a billionaire real estate playboy who liked to slap his name on steaks and wine has proven to be a better diplomat and military strategist than every other politician and foreign policy expert over the last 30 years is such a damning indictment of the DC establishment I honestly don’t know how they recover.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

For a year and a half, Luke prayed for his cat to come home.

Every single night.

And today… Nacho did.

Nearly two years after he disappeared from his family’s home in Lake Arrowhead, the orange tabby was found two hours away in Carrollton, digging through a dumpster behind a Zaxby’s.

It could have ended there. Another stray. Another unknown story.

But Nacho was microchipped.

An animal rescue scanned him and made a phone call.

When they asked if she was missing a cat, Amber couldn’t believe it.

“Yes. From almost two years ago. Is he an orange tabby?”

He was.

Brad and their son Luke made the drive immediately.

They left at 3 p.m. and returned home with Nacho back where he belongs.

Luke has been praying for this moment for a year and a half.

Today, those prayers were answered.

They have no idea how Nacho ended up in Carrollton or how he survived for so long.

But somehow, after all that time, he still responds to his name.

Sometimes good news finds its way home.

And tonight, so did Nacho. 🧡🐾

Credit - Kaitlyn Ross

[Brett Thorson @brett_thorson]

Dawg nation, The memories and friendships I have made over the last 4 years I will forever be thankful for, I owe all of you a beer if you ever make it to Australia 🍻 Thank you and go dawgs always 🐶

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

💯😂

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

“I lost everything that day… and that’s the day I found my dad. My name is Calla Mercer, and when I was six, a hurricane changed everything. I remember the wind, the sirens, the water rushing in faster than I could understand. I kept calling for my mom, but she couldn’t answer anymore. Then a kind officer knelt beside me. His name was Officer Rowan Mercer. He wrapped his jacket around my shoulders and said, “I got you. You’re safe.” He carried me out of the storm like I weighed nothing at all. At the hospital, Rowan visited every single day. He brought snacks, coloring books, and something I needed more than anything — comfort. One night he whispered, “I’m not ready to be a dad, but I can’t let you go.” And he didn’t. Rowan adopted me, gave me a home, and showed me how real kindness works. Today, I wear the same uniform he does. I show up because he showed up for me.”
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[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Cheeseburgers are genius 💯

[UGASports.com @ugasportscom]

“We’ve had enough of that team.”

[Dawg Recruiting @DawggRecruiting]

#Georgia safety KJ Bolden’s Mom gives her thoughts about the recent recruiting losses for Georgia. 🐶👀

Drop your thoughts in the comments. 👇🏽

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Hank. I'm 66. I deliver propane to homes. Rural routes, farms, folks off the grid. I fill their tanks, check connections, drive to the next house. Most customers just sign the slip, barely look up. I'm just the propane guy.

But last February, during that brutal cold snap, I noticed something at the Miller place.
Pulled up to fill their tank, gauge showed empty. Completely dry. In 15-degree weather.
I knocked on the door. Mrs. Miller answered, three kids bundled behind her in coats. Inside the house.

"Ma'am, your tank's bone dry. How long you been without heat?"
"Four days." Her voice was steady, but her hands shook. "Bill's due Friday. We're waiting on my husband's paycheck."
Four days. Three kids. Fifteen degrees.
"Ma'am, I'm filling it now."
"I can't pay until"
"I'll mark it as a delivery error. Computer glitch. Nobody'll know."
She started crying. "Why would you do this?"
"Because those kids are wearing coats inside."

I filled their tank. Checked the furnace. Made sure heat kicked on before I left.
Drove away thinking about what I'd seen. Kids doing homework in winter jackets. A mom choosing between heat and food.

Started paying attention different after that. The elderly veteran whose tank was at 10%, he was rationing, keeping one room warm. The single dad whose payment was two weeks late, he'd been burning firewood he couldn't really afford.

I started doing something I shouldn't. When I saw someone struggling, someone who'd run out, someone rationing heat—I'd add 50 gallons. Mark it as "meter calibration" or "pressure test residual."
Small amounts. Enough to get them through.

Did it eleven times that winter. My boss noticed the discrepancies. Called me in.
"Hank, we're showing extra gallons delivered but not billed."
I told him the truth. Everything.

He stared at me for a long time. Then said, "My daughter was a single mom once. Chose between heat and groceries every winter. I wished someone had helped her."

He didn't fire me. Instead, he created something, "Warm Hearts Emergency Fund." Customers could donate. We'd match it. Use it for families in crisis who couldn't afford propane.

But here's what broke me, Mrs. Miller came to our office in May. She'd gotten a better job, caught up on bills.
She handed me an envelope. Inside, $200.

"For the next family. The one you'll find in February, four days without heat, trying to be brave for their kids."
She grabbed my hands. "Hank, my youngest has asthma. Four more days in that cold... I don't know if..." She couldn't finish.

Last winter, the Warm Hearts Fund helped 23 families. Not with handouts, with heat when they had none. With dignity when they felt broken.

And here's the thing, other propane companies heard about it. Started their own programs. Now there are "emergency heat funds" in six states.

But the moment that destroyed me happened last month. Got a call to deliver to an address I recognized, the Miller place.

Mrs. Miller answered. "Hank! Come in, please."
Inside, warm, kids doing homework at the table, laughing. She handed me a check. Full payment, plus extra.
"For the fund. But also..." She pulled out a drawing her youngest had made. Stick figure man with a propane truck. Caption in crayon: "Mr. Hank, my hero."

"She asks about you every winter. 'Is Mr. Hank making sure people are warm?'"
I'm 66. I deliver propane to houses nobody notices.

But I learned this- Cold doesn't wait for paychecks. And no child should do homework in a winter coat inside their own home.
So if you deliver anything, oil, propane, firewood, and you see someone struggling, someone empty, someone rationing,
Find a way. Mark it wrong. Call your boss. Start a fund. Do something.
Because heat isn't a luxury. It's survival.
And the difference between freezing and living shouldn't be whether your paycheck arrived on time.
Be the reason someone stays warm."
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Let this story reach more hearts....
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