Susan Landtroop Frazier

Christian, wife, mother of three, g'mother of five, former librarian. Loves Jesus, books, music, & traveling.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

My fellow citizens of the free world,

I stand before you not as a politician seeking power, but as a human being who still believes in something simple and sacred:

That every nation has the right — and the duty — to protect its own people first.

If I were British, I would vote Restore.
If I were German, I would vote AfD.
If I were Italian, I would follow Giorgia Meloni without hesitation.
And if I were American, I would vote Republican. Every single time.

Not out of hatred.
Not out of fear.
But out of love.

Love for the country that raised me.
Love for the culture that shaped me.
Love for the children who will inherit whatever we leave behind.

There is a force in this world — quiet, patient, and immensely powerful — that has decided our nations must be broken.
It does not come with tanks.
It comes with open borders, with endless guilt, and with the soft language of “human rights” and “equality.”

It uses people from distant lands as instruments.
It tells us that to resist is to be cruel.
It tells us that to prefer our own people is to be evil.

And so the left sings its beautiful songs of compassion…
while our cities change beyond recognition,
while our women walk in fear,
while our children are taught to be ashamed of their own history,
and while the very idea of a people, a homeland, a shared destiny is slowly erased.

They promise utopia.
What they deliver is something much darker.

A future where free nations collapse into managed chaos…
and where the only ones left standing are the strongmen who never believed in our soft illusions —
the Putins, the Xis, the Kims, and the African dictators who laugh at our self-destruction.

Is that the future you want?
To become the servants of those who never pretended to care about “diversity”?

I am not against the world living in peace.
I am not against friendship between nations.
I am not against human kindness.

I am against the deliberate destruction of the only homes we have.

A rational human being understands a simple truth:

First, a people must be secure in their own land.
First, a nation must protect its own children.
Only then can it offer genuine friendship to others.

You cannot share what you no longer possess.
You cannot welcome the world when your own house is on fire.

So I say this with all the force of my heart:

Defend your people.
Defend your culture.
Defend your future.

Not because you hate others —
but because you still love yourselves enough to survive.

That is not extremism.
That is not hatred.
That is the most basic, most human form of love there is.

And if we lose the courage to say it…
then we will lose everything else as well.

[Susan Landtroop Frazier @theBooklover2]

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[AnimalsNature🇺🇸🇺🇸 @Aniku8555]

That cat really just gave a lion a reality check and walked away like nothing happened 😭😂

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I don't give a damn if taking a side creates a mountain of enemies, if even my former fans turn against me, if my 300,000 followers shrink to three.

Deep in my soul I respect Elon Musk to the absolute maximum.
If he hadn't risked everything, succeeded, and bought X, free speech in Japan would already be dead.
We would all be living exactly as the leftist and Chinese-controlled television tells us to — and we would already be becoming Islamic.
By the time my daughter entered elementary school there might have been a law forcing us to hand her over to Muslims.

Human beings are not born to be liked by others.

We do not live so that our daughters can smile and say "you're a good person" while we enjoy a peaceful, smiling life.

Even if I lose everything, I will still protect my daughters somehow.
That is the definition of being human.

The only platform that still gives us any chance of protecting that is X.
From the very moment Twitter was renamed, I have deliberately and loudly called it X.

I have done nothing wrong.
I will never apologize to anyone.

America should be a country for Americans.
Japan should be a country for Japanese.
Britain should be a country for the British.

That is all.

[B-52 "BUFF" @BoeingB52BUFF]

Fun Fact: There are no Walmarts in Iran.

There are only targets.

[Catturd ™ @catturd2]

LOL - true.

[MAGA Voice @MAGAVoice]

🚨 HOLY SHT: In case you missed it Speaker Mike Johnson CONFIRMS the Save America Act will only need 51 votes to pass or 50 with Vances tiebreaker since it’s within the Reconciliation Bill

TIME FOR THE SENATE TO DO THEIR JOB

PASS THE SAVE AMERICA ACT

[Thrilla the Gorilla @ThrillaRilla369]

My bank account went negative this week, and it’s not a good feeling at all. I wasn’t paid from X this past pay period, which left me in a tough spot. I never planned to rely on this platform for income, but it’s been a huge help during an incredibly difficult season.
I lost my job back in February and have been searching nonstop since then. Thankfully, I was just offered a new position and I start on Tuesday. God was clearly looking out for me and timed it perfectly.
To everyone commenting and messaging me saying I need to “get a job instead of playing on this platform all day” — I’ve been fighting in family court for the past three years to keep my daughter. This platform is what made that possible. It helped me cover the nearly $30,000 I’ve spent on a family law attorney, and I’m forever grateful for it.
I’m honestly just confused about why I wasn’t paid. I’m not paused or demonetized, I was well above the minimum threshold, and I had over 20 million impressions (with 2 million from verified accounts). That income was holding me over until my next job started.
I’m so thankful to this platform for everything it’s allowed me to do, and I’m even more grateful to God for bringing me employment right when I needed it most.

[Susan Landtroop Frazier @theBooklover2]

@nobandwagonfan @rdf4112

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast.

This was my first mistake.
I believed the front porch was decoration.

There were rocking chairs.
Many rocking chairs.
Old men rocked in them with the authority of judges who had already ruled.

I nodded. They nodded. The case was closed.

Then I entered what I thought was the restaurant.

It was not the restaurant.
It was a gift shop the size of a moral test.

Candles. Peg games. Fake antiques. A wooden duck that made eye contact.
I came for eggs. The duck knew this and did not care.

Fifteen minutes later I was still in the maze, holding a jar of apple butter I did not remember picking up.

A woman named June appeared like a lighthouse.

"Food's that way, sugar."

I thanked her with the intensity of a man rescued from retail wilderness.

The breakfast was excellent. Biscuits. Gravy. Eggs that understood their job.
I ate like a person who had earned calories through navigation.

On the way out I had to pass the gift shop again.
The duck was waiting.

I bought it.
I will not explain myself.

In the car I set the wooden duck on the passenger seat and said, out loud, "We came for eggs."

The duck said nothing.
It had already won.

America did not trick me.
America invited me onto a porch, through a gift-shop labyrinth, into gravy, and then sold me a bird on the way out.

I am fine.
The duck is fine.
And somehow I am more excited about this country than I was before breakfast.

[John McAfee 🇺🇸 News @mcafeenew]

🚨COCA-COLA AND GENERAL MOTORS PULL ALL ADS FROM ABC AND NBC AFTER THEY REFUSED TO BROADCAST THE PRESIDENTIAL ADDRESS — THE MOVE WILL COST THE NETWORKS OVER $40 MILLION PER YEAR!

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This is what happens when networks play politics instead of doing their job.

Coca-Cola and General Motors have completely pulled their advertising from ABC and NBC. The final straw was the networks refusing to air a presidential address. For these major corporations, that was a deal-breaker.

The networks are now looking at losing more than $40 million per year in ad revenue from just these two companies alone. That’s real money, and it’s hitting them where it hurts.

ABC and NBC chose activism over neutrality. They decided not to broadcast the President of the United States, and now their biggest advertisers are walking away.

Corporate America is finally starting to push back against the blatant bias in legacy media. When companies like Coke and GM decide it’s bad for business, the networks feel it immediately.

This is the beginning of the consequences. More companies are watching.

Share this everywhere so every network that thinks they can ignore the President sees what it costs them!

Follow @mcafeenew for more drops.

[Susan Landtroop Frazier @theBooklover2]

@nobandwagonfan @frazier4112

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In Georgia I entered a Chick-fil-A drive-thru line of forty cars.

I turned off my engine. I prepared to wait the way my ancestors waited out a siege.

Six minutes later I was holding chicken.

I do not know what happened to the other thirty-nine cars. The line moved like water that had somewhere to be.

A young woman walked between the cars taking orders on a small tablet, on foot, in the sun, smiling like the sun was her idea.

I said thank you.

She said, "My pleasure."

I did not think about it then. I should have.

At the window I thanked the young man for the food.

"My pleasure."

I thanked him for the sauce.

"My pleasure."

I thanked him for thanking me—

"My pleasure."

I want to be clear about what was happening.

This was a duel.

In Japan I trained in courtesy for forty years. Bowing angles. Seasonal greetings. The correct depth of apology for seventeen distinct situations.

I was a white belt in that drive-thru.

I escalated. I used my most formal English. I thanked him on behalf of my entire family line.

He said, "My pleasure," and gave me extra sauce.

Extra sauce. Unprovoked. A counterattack.

I returned the next day to reclaim my honor.

It was Sunday. The restaurant was closed.

All of them were closed. In the entire country. They close every Sunday, and they have closed every Sunday since the beginning, because the founder made a promise, and the promise did not expire when he did.

I stood in the empty parking lot and understood I had lost twice.

Once to a teenager with sauce.

Once to a man I will never meet, who kept his word so long it became a building.

In my country we say a samurai's word is his life.

I had never seen a restaurant say it back.

I returned Monday. I ordered. And this time I said it first, before she could.

"My pleasure."

She smiled and said, "It sure is."

America, I surrender.

It was my pleasure.

[Susan Landtroop Frazier @theBooklover2]

@nobandwagonfan @frazier4112

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM.

I arrived at 1 PM.
I was five hours late.
The parking lot was already a city.

A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse.

He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?"

I said I had not been invited.

He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing.

"Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation."

He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown.

I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life.

A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it.

She had been here since 6 AM.

The game had not started.

The game, I began to realize, was not the point.

I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium.

He said, "Depends."

I asked on what.

He said, "On whether the ribs are done."

I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck.

And he was considering not going to the game.

Because the ribs were not ready.

In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers.

We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle.

I have since attended eleven tailgates.

I have never once cared who won the game.

Nobody has.

The game is inside the stadium.

America is in the parking lot.

[Susan Landtroop Frazier @theBooklover2]

@nobandwagonfan @frazier4112

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In Oklahoma the tornado siren went off.

I knew exactly what to do. I am Japanese. We drill for disasters the way other nations drill for war.

I had a helmet. I had a flashlight. I had a whistle, a radio, three days of water, and a laminated evacuation map I made myself.

I got under the table.

Then I heard laughter. Outside.

I looked through the window.

My entire street was on their porches.

Lawn chairs. Coolers. A man was grilling.

I want to be very clear. The sky was green. The sirens were singing the song of the end of the world. And Dale from next door was flipping burgers and watching the horizon like it was a football game.

He saw me in the window, in my helmet, and waved me over.

I asked him, should we not take shelter.

He looked at the sky for a long moment, the way my grandfather looked at the sea.

He said, "It's still two counties over."

Two counties. He measured the apocalypse in counties. Casually. The way you say the pizza is ten minutes away.

Then he handed me a lemonade and explained the system.

The siren does not mean hide. The siren means come outside and check.

You go inside when the weatherman takes off his jacket.

You go to the shelter when he rolls up his sleeves.

I thought he was joking. He was not joking. In Oklahoma the weatherman is not a man on television. He is a prophet. Families have trusted the same one for thirty years. Children stay calm in storms because his voice is calm.

Japan built satellites to watch the sky. Oklahoma watches one man's sleeves.

Both systems work.

Then the sky turned a green I have never seen, and the birds went silent, and every person on every porch stood up at the same time, without a word, like a church rising for a hymn.

The weatherman rolled up his sleeves.

Dale turned off the grill, picked up his chair, and said, "Alright, come on."

His whole family, and me, went down into the shelter under his garage. His wife had snacks ready. His daughter asked me about my helmet. We waited out the storm the way you wait out rain at a bus stop.

It passed north of us.

We came up. The porches refilled. Dale turned the grill back on.

I asked him if he is ever afraid.

He said, "Sure. That's why we watch."

I have lived in Japan for forty years and I have never once watched.

We prepare for nature. We hide from it, respectfully, behind walls our grandfathers spent lifetimes building.

In Oklahoma they sit on the porch and greet it by name.

I understand now. This is not recklessness.

It is a very old kind of courage. The kind where fear and dinner happen at the same time.

The burgers were excellent.

[greg @greg16676935420]

How do I know if I have regular Taco Bell diarrhea or parasite Taco Bell diarrhea

[Corby Davidson @corbydavidson]

Ok. I can’t believe this just happened. My kid is sitting in a beach chair with his hand casually in the sand, & suddenly goes “oh my god look.” He pulls up a girls wedding band. It says “April 16, 2016 I love you.” This was gone FOREVER until now. Seagrove, Fla…Find this lady!

[Crazy RxMan @CrazyRxMan]

Why you should rely on your local #Pharmacist and not AI.

[Tennessee Athletics @Vol_Sports]

Happy 230, Tennessee! 🧡

[Mike Bales 🫡🇺🇸 @MikeBales]

I’m confident in knowing that my 65,000 followers agree with me! 🇺🇸

[Tri-Star Network @TriStarNetwork]

230 years ago today, Tennessee became the 16th state in the Union.

From the mountains of East Tennessee to the banks of the Mississippi River…

There’s no place like home.

Happy Birthday, Tennessee.

1796-2026