“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’ And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
~ Isaiah 6:8
Tonight, let’s remember the brave men and women who answered that same call. I wore this scripture on a chain around my neck for 20 years.
They heard the voice of duty — of God and country — and said, “Send me.” They left homes, families, and futures behind to defend liberty on distant battlefields.
Some never returned. Their sacrifice was total. Their “Here am I” became eternal.
Today we honor their courage, their faith, and the freedom they secured for us. We owe them a debt we can never fully repay — only remember and live worthy of.
To every Gold Star family, every veteran who carried the weight: Thank you.
May we never forget those who said “Send me”… and meant it with their lives.🙏✝️
Goodnight, ya’ll.
Throwback Thursday
Every game day, a ring of American flags rises above Kyle Field — not as decoration, but as a living tribute. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Tradition holds that 55 flags fly in honor of Texas A&M Aggies who fought and gave their lives during World War I. These flags go up before kickoff and come down after the final whistle, a powerful gesture that connects today’s Corps of Cadets, students, and Aggie fans with those who served before them.
This isn’t just game-day pageantry — it’s a reminder of sacrifice, legacy, and the Spirit of Aggieland that binds generations of Aggies together, on and off the field.
They are never forgotten 🇺🇸
The World Cup ends today. One game left. By tomorrow most of you visitors will be packing up, heading to the airport, going home.
So before you go, let me say the thing I actually want to say.
A few weeks ago I wrote a silly post about all the things you were discovering here. Free refills. Free water. Ice like civilized people. Chips and salsa before you even order. Air conditioning that is a fact and not a moral debate. Drive-throughs. Ranch by the gallon. The Germans standing in the HEB meat aisle in reverent silence, finally understanding why we do not have trains. Buc-ee’s, for which there are still no words.
It blew up, because it was true, and because you were so delightfully stunned by all of it.
Even the Wall Street Journal caught on. Their headline this week: how the US lost the World Cup and won over the world. We did not lift the trophy. But apparently we lifted something else.
We even learned a few things about ourselves along the way. Like the fact that Elon Musk, the single richest man on the planet, shops at HEB. Just rolls in and queues up for fresh tortillas with everybody else. The man could buy the tortilla company, the state it is in, and the moon it sits under, and instead he is standing in line at the hot-tortilla counter like the rest of us, because that is where the good ones are. Only in America is the wealthiest human alive elbow to elbow with a mom of four at the salsa bar. That is the whole country in one aisle.
And here is the part I want every one of you to hear on your way out the door.
None of it was a show.
We did not roll all this out because you were coming. The ice was always there. The refills were always free. The grocery stores were always the size of aircraft hangars at ten on a Tuesday. The stranger who adopted your whole section, the guy who gave you a ride, the waitress who remembered your order, the family that invited you to the cookout, that is not World Cup America. That is just America. That is Tuesday.
We are exactly like this when nobody is visiting. Loud, generous, ridiculous, overfed, and genuinely thrilled you came. We will still be exactly like this tomorrow when the stands are empty and the flags come down.
So thank you. To everyone who came, who sang in our streets, who cleaned our stadiums, who turned our cities orange and filled our bars and taught us your chants. You were wonderful guests, and you made a country that just turned 250 feel young and seen and loved.
And to everyone who could not make it this time, the door does not close today. We meant all of it. Come whenever. The porch light stays on, the fridge stays full, and there is always room for one more at the table.
You found out who we are these last few weeks.
Good news. We are like this all the time.
Safe travels home.
Y’all come back now, you hear. 🦋
🚨WOW!!!
A homeless veteran loved his dog so much he gave him up after he couldn't feed him... giving him to a fire station with a note that read, "please help my baby."
The firefighters adopted the dog.
Then they found the vet living in a tent... and GAVE HIM A HOME TOO!!!
Early one morning, firefighters in Fort Worth walked outside their station and found a pitbull named Jake chained to the flagpole and beside him, was a handwritten note.
It was from a 65-year-old disabled veteran named Tom.
He'd been living in a homeless camp for 20 months, ever since his landlord wouldn't renew his lease.
He was trying to claw his way to a better life, but he couldn't do it and care for his dog at the same time.
So he made the hardest decision of his life and in that note, he begged:
"I have nothing but my baby Jake. If you have a soul and really care about helping babies, please help my baby."
He gave up the only thing he had left in this world... because he loved that dog too much to watch him suffer.
The firefighters didn't just take Jake in.
They ADOPTED him. He's the station dog now, showered with love, "a boost in morale," they said.
But they didn't stop there.
The department's homeless outreach team went looking for Tom and they FOUND HIM in his camp.
They got him medical care, and then a veterans nonprofit, Operation Texas Strong, stepped up and gave this old soldier an RV and a place to live.
A man who had NOTHING gave up his last companion to save him...
...and a community turned around and saved them BOTH.
As the man who housed him said: "No veteran should ever be homeless anywhere in the United States."
This is the country I know, the one that doesn't leave a solider or his dog behind!!!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Texas A&M sent over TWENTY THOUSAND soldiers to WW2.
14,123 officers, more than USNA and USMA COMBINED.
Another 6,000ish students dropped out to enlist.
953 Aggies gave their lives in World War Two.
So, yes. Yes we are.
America turns 250 today.
Let me read back the resume.
We started by telling a king to pound sand, in writing.
By 1803 we bought half a continent from France for about four cents an acre.
We fought a war with ourselves and somehow stayed one country.
We strung a railroad across the entire thing.
We handed the world the lightbulb, the telephone, and the airplane in about thirty years flat.
Then a man named Willis Carrier invented air conditioning and made half the planet actually livable.
You are welcome, Texas. You are welcome, Dubai.
Twice the whole world caught fire, and twice we showed up and helped put it out.
We split the atom.
We put men on the moon in 1969.
Then we went back and hit golf balls up there, because why not.
We invented jazz, blues, rock and roll, and hip-hop, and the whole planet is still dancing to it.
We put a burger and fries on every corner of the earth.
We built rockets that fly themselves home and land standing straight up.
We flew a helicopter on Mars.
We launched a car into actual space and it is still out there cruising.
We also invented ranch dressing and somehow talked the entire world into putting it on pizza.
Priorities.
We even invented three of our own sports so we could win them.
Baseball, basketball, and football.
Real football, the kind with hands, because we named it and we are not taking corrections.
The rest of the planet can keep soccer, which is fine, we are hosting it in our backyard this summer anyway.
And yes, Canadian football exists, wider field, extra man, one fewer down, and we try very hard not to think about it.
Frankly it was generous of us to invent our own games.
If we put all that energy into soccer, nobody else would ever lift that trophy again.
We would win it so often they would just rename it the America’s Cup and hand us the keys.
You are welcome for the suspense.
And in 2026 we threw a birthday so big a German tourist live-tweeted our gas stations to 750,000 people.
Not every chapter was clean.
We argued, we stumbled, we fixed what we broke, and we kept building.
That is the whole trick.
Two hundred and fifty years in, and we are still the loudest, brightest, most improbable experiment on the map.
Not bad for a country that started as a strongly worded letter to a king.
Happy birthday, America.
🦋
🚨#BREAKING: A Texas man heard little girls SCREAMING inside a burning house...
...so he punched clean through a GLASS DOOR with his bare hand, wrapped a bandana over his face, and walked straight into the fire to carry them out.
He carried out one little girl.
Then he turned around and went back into the flames for the second.
His name is Leon Segura, two little girls are alive today because of him.
Leon was just driving home when he saw a house on fire and heard children screaming.
He ran towards front door, but it was too hot to get through.
So he ran to the back of the house, and with his BARE HAND, he punched through a glass door, shredding his arm and hand, tied a bandana over his face against the smoke, said,
"Lord, help me,"
and RAN into the fire!!!
He found two young girls inside and one by one, he carried them out.
Just as he pulled the second girl to safety, the back of the house collapsed behind him.
Those two girls are in the burn unit right now, fighting for their lives.
He didn't know them, but he risked his life anyway... that is what a hero looks like.
GOD BLESS Leon Segura!!!!
NAILED IT: Bill Maher: “I am loving that the World Cup has brought to our shores all these people who are doing Americans the service of REMINDING us just when we needed it on our big 250th birthday that actually this place is kind of awesome.”
A Texas man is taking World Cup tourists four-wheeling, dancing, horseback riding, and shopping at Buc-ee's to give them the best American experience.
Drew Haas of Texas is taking tourists to his 30-acre property to help them make the most of their travels.
"We love this lifestyle. We enjoy every second of it. We just wanna, like, soak it in," one tourist said.
Amazing.
🚨 A plane with ties to Texas A&M is at the center of a tragic military aviation accident.
The U.S. Air Force B-52H Stratofortress that crashed Monday near Edwards Air Force Base in California, killing all eight people on board, was tail number 60-0061 — an aircraft known to many Aggies as the “Spirit of Aggieland.”
The bomber earned that nickname while under the command of former Aggie and then-307th Bomb Wing Commander Colonel Bruce Cox, who helped dedicate the aircraft to Texas A&M.
Over the years, the plane made several appearances connected to Aggieland, including a memorable 2017 flyover above Kyle Field and College Station during the retirement flight for Colonel Cox.
The aircraft also carried signed flags from Texas A&M teams, including the Lady Aggies basketball team and the Aggie baseball team during its College World Series run.
It’s important to note that the crew members who died in Monday’s crash were not the same crew involved in the 2017 flyover or retirement flight.
For many Aggies, “Spirit of Aggieland” was more than just a military aircraft. It was a unique symbol connecting Texas A&M’s traditions with the men and women serving our country.
Thank you to Mr. Mike Guidry for sharing these photos and memories.
Please keep the families, friends, and fellow service members of those lost in your thoughts and prayers. ❤️🇺🇸
#TexasAM #SpiritOfAggieland #B52 #USAirForce #Aggieland #MilitaryAviation #GigEm
On June 13, 1777, a 19-year-old French teenager landed on a beach in South Carolina, uninvited, to fight in someone else's war. He would become one of the most important men in American history.
The Marquis de Lafayette was one of the richest young aristocrats in France. He had a beautiful wife, a fortune, and zero reason to risk any of it. But he believed in the American cause so fiercely that when the French king forbade him from going, Lafayette bought his own ship and sailed anyway. He literally went AWOL from a life of luxury to bleed for a country that didn't exist yet.
Congress was annoyed at first. Another foreign officer looking for a paycheck? Then Lafayette offered to serve for free and pay his own way. That got their attention.
He met Washington and the two formed one of the great father-son bonds in American history. Washington had no biological children. Lafayette named his only son George Washington Lafayette.
He took a bullet in the leg at Brandywine and kept rallying the retreat. He was instrumental at Yorktown, the battle that won the war. He went home a hero on two continents.
A foreign teenager believed in America before America did. 249 years ago today.
As America approaches its 250th birthday, may we never forget the source of our blessings.
It was an honor to offer this prayer at the Rededicate America 250 gathering. Join me in praying for our nation, our leaders, our families, and the generations yet to come.
God bless America. 🇺🇸🙏🏽
#America250 #Rededicate250 #PrayerForAmerica #FaithAndFreedom #AlvedaKing
The FBI had boxes full of serial killer confessions they couldn’t actually use.
Hours of interviews.
Detailed admissions.
Direct conversations with some of the most violent men in America.
And none of it was scientifically useful.
Then a 42-year-old psychiatric nurse walked into Quantico and changed criminal investigation forever.
Her name was Ann Burgess.
1975.
FBI agents Robert Ressler and John Douglas had spent months traveling across the country interviewing imprisoned serial killers. They believed understanding offenders could help solve future crimes.
But when Ann Burgess listened to the tapes, she immediately saw the problem.
“This isn’t research,” she told them.
“These are just stories.”
The room went silent.
“You’re asking them to talk about themselves,” she said. “But every interview is different. There’s no structure. No methodology. You can’t compare one offender to another.”
Then she asked a question nobody else in the room had thought to ask:
“Tell me about the women they killed.”
Not the killers.
The victims.
Who were they?
How old were they?
Where were they approached?
What made them vulnerable?
How did the offender gain control?
The agents were confused.
Ann Burgess explained something revolutionary:
“If you truly study the victims, you’ll understand the offender.”
At the time, Burgess was already a groundbreaking trauma researcher. In 1974, she had co-authored one of the first major studies proving rape caused lasting psychological trauma — at a time when courts barely acknowledged it.
She helped create the term “rape trauma syndrome.”
Now she brought that same scientific rigor to the FBI.
She redesigned the interviews.
Created structured questionnaires.
Introduced victimology as the foundation of profiling.
Distinguished between a killer’s “MO” and their “signature.”
Mapped escalation patterns.
Explained that sexual violence was about power and control — not desire.
Suddenly, the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit had something it had never truly possessed before:
Methodology.
And it worked.
In 1983, young boys began disappearing in Nebraska.
Using Burgess’s framework, investigators built a profile:
A young white male.
Slight build.
Someone trusted around children.
Likely connected to scouting or youth activities.
A person who kept souvenirs and detective magazines.
Police arrested John Joubert.
The profile was astonishingly accurate.
Almost overnight, criminal profiling became legitimate law enforcement science.
And yet most of the credit went elsewhere.
The public celebrated the FBI agents.
Books were written.
Movies and television series followed.
Ann Burgess became a footnote.
When Netflix released Mindhunter, they based a character on her — but changed nearly everything.
They made her a psychologist instead of a nurse.
Changed her personal life entirely.
Most viewers never even realized she was based on a real person.
Meanwhile, the real Ann Burgess kept working.
Teaching.
Publishing.
Consulting.
Testifying in court.
Training professionals around the world.
More than 150 academic publications.
Multiple landmark books.
Decades of pioneering work.
And through all of it, one truth remained:
Modern criminal profiling exists in large part because a psychiatric nurse walked into a room full of FBI agents and told them they were asking the wrong questions.
Not:
“Why did the killer do this?”
But:
“Who were the victims?”
That shift changed criminal investigation forever.
Ann Burgess is 88 years old now.
Still teaching.
Still working.
Still brilliant.
And finally receiving recognition not as a side character in someone else’s story —
But as herself.
The woman who taught the FBI how to truly understand predators by first understanding the people they harmed.
Elon Musk said five words on Joe Rogan that explain everything wrong with your life right now.
Musk: “Happiness is reality minus expectations.”
Five words.
And it explains why the most comfortable generation in human history can’t stop feeling empty.
Musk: “If you just go try living in the woods by yourself for a while, you’ll learn that civilization is quite great.”
He’s right.
On Naked and Afraid, people tap out in days. Sometimes hours. They crawl back to the same civilization they spent years resenting.
Because comfort is invisible until you’re sleeping in the dirt.
But the formula has a second variable.
It’s the one destroying you.
Reality didn’t get worse. By every measure, it’s the best it’s ever been.
Expectations did.
Your grandparents compared themselves to their neighbor. Maybe a cousin. That was the whole universe.
You compare yourself to 10,000 strangers before your first cup of coffee. Curated. Filtered. Showing you a life that doesn’t exist.
Theodore Roosevelt said it a century before any of this was built.
Roosevelt: “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
No Instagram. No TikTok. No algorithm designed by the smartest engineers on the planet to show you precisely what you don’t have.
And he still called it.
Now run the equation.
Reality holds steady. Expectations spike every time you unlock your phone. The distance between them stretches. And happiness doesn’t fade.
It collapses.
Not because your life got worse.
Because your reference point moved.
We built the greatest civilization in human history.
Then we built the perfect machine to make sure nobody enjoys it.
Every scroll. Every notification. Every “suggested for you.” None of it connects you. It’s recalibrating what you think you need. Upward. Constantly. Without your consent.
And you wonder why you feel behind.
You’re not behind.
You’re running toward a finish line that moves every time you look up.
The most dangerous lie of this generation isn’t that life is hard.
It’s that everyone else figured it out. And you’re the only one who didn’t.
Nobody figured it out.
The formula doesn’t negotiate. It just runs.
Raise expectations faster than reality improves and you will be miserable inside a paradise you built with your own hands.
That’s not philosophy.
That’s arithmetic.
And the calculator is in your pocket right now.