Every feckless coward in every pulpit is America who has been silent in the face of evil (e.g. abortion, the Islamization of America, LGBTQ+ affirming churches, gay marriage, illegal immigration, women pastors, etc.)
Repent or fall.
You know who you are . . .
and so do we . . .
You have far too much time if you, a middle aged objectively rotund man, spend a beautiful Saturday morning protesting a girl in her mid twenties by saying she should've swam faster 4 years ago because she didn't want to a man in the locker room.
Seek therapy.
Blake Treinen is a good friend of mine but more than that, He’s the friend of King Jesus. He won’t be bullied by a bull dyke or a man in a dress. Way to go brother.
The feathers of a Bald Eagle have more protection and sacredness than the organs of a human in the womb.
Bald Eagle eggs have more rights than pre-born humans.
A seismic shift is taking place in California.
"The church has been activated to believe that voting is a biblical stewardship issue. We're getting involved in it..."
"And if people realize churches can do this, and they should do it as a biblical stewardship item to preserve and to defend the Republic, why not every church in America?" @realjackhibbs
Washington Watch with Tony Perkins
June 6th, 1944.
The English Channel is angry and half the men in the landing craft are seasick. Diesel fumes mix with saltwater and vomit while rifles are checked for the fifth or sixth time by hands that need something to do. Nobody talks much anymore because the jokes have all been told and the bravado has finally burned away somewhere behind the English coast.
You are nineteen years old and carrying more weight than you’ve ever carried in your life. You don’t know it yet, but it’s the most weight you will EVER carry in this life. However long or short it may be.
Your rifle rests across your knees. Your life hangs from a few pounds of steel, wood, and training. Somewhere beyond the gray horizon sits a continent that has spent five years tearing itself apart, and in a few minutes you are going to step into the middle of it.
Across from you sits another kid. He can’t be much older than you. His jaw is clenched. His knuckles are white around his weapon. Neither of you says a word because there is nothing left to say.
Then your eyes drift toward his shoulder.
That red numeral catches your eye: “1”.
You’ve seen it a thousand times before. In barracks hallways, on training fields, in motor pools, and on long marches. It never meant much beyond belonging to the same outfit.
Now it means everything.
Because in a few minutes the world is going to ask something terrible of both of you, and there is comfort in knowing that whatever waits on that beach, neither of you will face it alone.
The historians will eventually reduce this day to arrows on maps and casualty figures. Politicians will give speeches. Journalists will write books. None of that exists inside the landing craft.
What exists is fear, and duty.
What exists is the understanding that courage was never the absence of fear. Courage was always charging into the maelstrom anyway.
The shoreline emerges through the smoke. You can see flashes now. You can hear the distant percussion of artillery. Men stop checking their equipment because there is no point anymore. Whatever mistakes were made are already made. Whatever prayers were going to be said have already been said.
The coxswain throttles down.
The boat grinds forward.
The ramp is about to drop.
Into the abyss.
Overlord.
This afternoon I had the honor of mowing Mr.Berchekas lawn. He is also a veteran . Sir, we thank you for your service ! Making a difference one lawn at a time
We absolutely need to remove anti-Americans from Congress. Some have proven themselves to be enemies of the state based upon their actions and language.