Ross

husband | dad | ex military pilot | aviation, outdoors, beekeeping, some politics | 🌲

[Ross @studr99]

@VikingRobVWO @DaleStarkA10 @AdamKinzinger Savage department, Viking Rob speaking.

[Ross @studr99]

@JDVance @MrAndyNgo I was gonna like this post, but then I saw you started waxing Trump’s shaft and I couldn’t stand with that. He’s either blackmailed, or a gigantic pussy. Or both. You guys should be deporting millions. Not just stopping the incoming.

[Thomas Massie @RepThomasMassie]

I will deliver this speech Monday at approximately noon. I’m honored to report that some survivors have already indicated they will attend as my guests in the gallery. If you’re a survivor and would like to attend, please contact my office, or talk with leaders in your group.

[9mmSMG @9mmsmg]

You can call me trashy, but we refused to test for Downs. Why? Because if our sons had it, there is absolutely no planet where we would kill them. Why even know? I'd sooner jump into a volcano before killing my child. There is absolutely no circumstances I would ever abort.

You made a decision, you posted about the decision and now you're calling us trashy for telling it like it is?

You're the ones who have to answer to God about what you've done, our opinions won't matter.

"There has been some heinous shit said about my wife and I on some extremely large accounts…It baffles me that there are such trashy-ass people who have significant followings. If you can’t contribute anything meaningful to the conversation aside from insults then just don’t post."

[Ross @studr99]

@tinabambina33 @McJuggerNuggets Murdered, but sadly, yes.

[Ross @studr99]

@japan_nobunaga Yo. These should be in a book.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a stranger will hold a door for a man who is nowhere near it.

And that man is then expected to run.

I was thirty feet away. The man at the door saw me coming, took hold of it, and held it. For me. Arm extended. Waiting.

We do not hold gates for strangers we will never meet again. So I understood at once. This was an honor, and a raised arm is a debt that grows heavier by the second.

I could not let his arm fall. To let it fall would be to let his honor fall.

So I ran.

Not a sprint. A man in armor does not sprint. A dignified, urgent shuffle. Quick steps, straight back, grave face. The sacred jog of a man who must not keep a gatekeeper waiting.

I reached the door and bowed. "Thank you for holding the gate."

"No problem, man."

No problem. He had strained his arm in my service and called it nothing. The humility of these people.

But here is where it turned.

He was so pleased by my bow that at the next door, he ran ahead to hold that one too. Now I owed him two debts. So I jogged faster.

A woman saw us and held the third door. I jogged to her. A teenager held the fourth, grinning. I jogged to him. Word, it seemed, was spreading.

By the fifth door I was no longer walking anywhere. I was simply being passed from held door to held door across America. Jogging. Bowing. Jogging. Bowing. A man forever thirty feet from where he meant to go.

I have not reached my destination.

I do not expect to.

A held door must never wait. This is the law now. I did not write it. But I will die defending it.

So tell me, America.

When you hold a door for a man far, far away, and he breaks into that little run,

do you know you have just placed him in your debt forever?

I think you do.

I think that is why you smile.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.

I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.

Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.

In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.

This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.

The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.

So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.

The owner asked if everything was okay.

"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."

He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"

I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.

I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.

So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.

And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.

Reborn.

A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A house. The garage is full, so the car sleeps in the rain.

I walked past an open garage today, and I finally understand Americans.

The garage was packed to the ceiling. Boxes. A treadmill. Old chairs. Three bicycles hanging from hooks. Christmas lights in a plastic tub. No room for even one more thing.

And the family car? Parked outside. In the driveway. Getting rained on.

I stood there, deeply moved.

In Japan, we put the car in the garage and the boxes in the house. Americans do the opposite. And now I see why.

The garage is the treasure house. Inside it sleep the sacred relics: the bicycle the child outgrew, the chair no one sits in, the lights that shine one week a year. These must be protected at all costs.

The car is not a treasure. The car is a warrior. So the car is given the highest honor a warrior can receive. It stands guard at the gate, in the storm, all night, so the treasures stay dry.

The owner came out with his coffee. He saw me looking and shook his head.

"Yeah, I really gotta clean out that garage," he said.

Clean it out? I bowed to him. "You are a good man," I said. "Your car guards your home with its life."

He looked at his car. He looked at me. He said, "...thanks?"

He has never thought of it that way. But I could tell he liked it.

So now every morning I walk past, and I bow to the car in the driveway.

It has the hardest job in the family, and it never complains.

The owner waves at me now. He thinks we are friends.

We are. But mostly, I am here for the car.

This morning it was raining again. The car was soaked, still guarding the gate, still faithful.

So I gave it my umbrella.

I do not need it. I have known harder rain.

A warrior on duty should not have to stand in the storm alone.

[Ross @studr99]

@MASSExpedition Rebel Yell is next up in my book queue.

[Matt Walsh @MattWalshBlog]

You cannot claim that you’re aborting your Down syndrome child because you don’t want him to “suffer.” First of all, killing a child so they don’t suffer is psychopath serial killer logic. You’re on the same moral plane as Andrea Yates. Second, children with Down syndrome are famously some of the happiest people you’ll ever meet in your life. They are not in fact living in a state of perpetual torment. So what’s really happening is that you’re killing your child so that YOU won’t suffer the inconvenience of caring for him. This is about freeing yourself of your own perceived suffering. If you’re going to be a child killing sociopath, at least be honest about it.

[Thomas Massie @RepThomasMassie]

On June 8, 2026, I’ll speak on the floor of the House to honor and memorialize the brave crew of the 🇺🇸 USS Liberty who died and were wounded in an unprovoked attack by 🇮🇱 Israel on June 8, 1967. Catch my speech on @cspan.

[Lance Corporate @lance_corporate]

The number of men I know who have to spend a week in the doghouse every time they go on a MANDATORY WORK TRIP is so baffling to me.

Bro already feels bad enough that he has to leave, and then his wife does the “ok” text thing the whole time and just casts a dark shadow on his entire day/week. Brutal.

Many of these wives love the lifestyle afforded by the salary that comes with the corporate title and role, the vacations and SUVs and girls trips and private schools, and then pout and mope around the house when Chad actually has to do his job.

These dudes look absolutely deflated on the last day of travel knowing they have to go home and basically tiptoe around moody woman doing the silent treatment routine for the next three days.

Conversely, the guys with grateful, supportive, joyful wives cannot wait to get home.

An excellent, godly wife is an infinite force multiplier, in every area of life.

[Ross @studr99]

@j3lqingt0n @MASSExpedition Was Clint Eastwood flying it, per chance?

[Hunter Ash @ArtemisConsort]

The Nowak case clearly highlights that we need to stop treating racism as an ~infinite evil, not because Nowak was racist (no evidence of this) but because any time you create a social superweapon like accusations of racism are now, it’ll be misused horribly.

What is racism? Ask 10 people and you’ll get 12 opinions. Historically, it meant someone who treats people badly in interpersonal interactions because of their race. Which is just, like, kinda annoying and slightly boorish. It’s not the apocalypse. There are many personal traits that are equally or more annoying.

Now the definition has been ludicrously expanded to include a bunch of things even less objectionable than that, including belief in very plausible scientific claims and policy preferences that were near-universal for almost all of human history.

Racism just isn’t a big deal. We have to take it off its pedestal. If Nowak had said something racist, it would morally change exactly nothing about the horror of what happened to him. He didn’t, but I feel over-focusing on that distracts from the fact that it wouldn’t matter if he had.

Murder is worse than racism. Hell, shoplifting is worse than racism. Enough. Who cares.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Send the video to everyone you know showing how heinously Nowak was treated by the police in his dying moments and how the police cravenly kowtowed to his murderer.

Legacy mainstream media, same ones who wrote about George Floyd millions of times, are dead silent about Nowak.

[Ross @studr99]

@InsaneReality How is that person a cop?

[Silenced Saxon @SilencedSaxon]

Millions Must Go

#HailHenry