CHRISTIANS: This is your warning to completely separate yourselves from this demonic, blasphemous administration. They are evil
“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” - Galatians 6:7
If it’s the “fucking guns,” then why aren’t regular people who own guns going on shooting sprees daily? Why are we buying safes, securing our firearms, and only taking them out when necessary?
If it’s the “fucking guns,” then why aren’t you putting pressure on YOUR Leftist politicians, prosecutors, and judges so that the thugs out there carrying illegal guns and shooting people can go away for a long, long time?
If it’s the “fucking guns,” then why did Obama run guns into Mexico and Biden is running guns into Ukraine? You don’t think those same guns are going to make their way back here?
If it’s the “fucking guns,” then tell us all what laws are going to change things. We already have background checks, mental competency questions, felony checks, ammo background checks in New York, pistol grip laws, and the oh-so-special “gun free zones.” Which “one more law” are you going to instate that’s going to magically clear up everything?
Stop blaming the guns and do the real work to change the people. I’m not giving up my guns without a fight.
This explains why there are so few deportations, as every deportation is a lost vote.
As happened this week, you can literally assault police officers in broad daylight in New York, be released with no bail, give everyone the finger and *still* not be deported!!
Outrageous.
🔥 Dana White Lights Up Woke Canadian Reporters Asking Him to Put a 'Leash' on His Fighters
"If you get your feelings hurt that bad you probably shouldn't ask the type of questions when you know the answer you're going to get from Strickland. Let's start there...A leash?...I don't f*cking tell any other human being what to say, what to think. And there's no leashes on any of them...Free speech brother. People can say whatever they want and they can believe whatever they want...We had two gay women who fought in the co-main event. They sat on the stage with Sean Strickland. They could give a shit what Sean Strickland thinks or what he says or what his beliefs are, what his opinions are."
@ufc@danawhite@joerogan@SStricklandMMA #UFC297
In a country of over 330 million people, 26 transgenders die in one year and they get an entire day of remembrance from the White House.
Can the 22 veterans that commit suicide every single day be next?
TOUCHING STORY: #Saints superstar linebacker Demario Davis shared a touching story about how his 4-year-old daughter suffered her 4th epilepsy seizure this Friday and it was the “worst seizure that she ever had,” and he talked about what the POWER OF PRAYING did for them.
“We prayed and we prayed and she had medicine, and my wife and I had to stay overnight at the hospital”
“And in the middle of the night, probably about 3 o'clock, I heard a knock. And the knock was my daughter. I said, 'God, let this be just an attack from the enemy that's just trying to be a distraction and let him have overplayed his hand and my daughter come back stronger than before.’”
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I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.’
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice.. ‘The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said.
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
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So you’re telling me if I send my friend $15 on venmo I have 80,000 IRS agents watching me, but they can’t figure out who brought cocaine into the White House?
Jim Carrey speaking about the suffering of Jesus to pay the price for our sins? Wow! No matter what you think about the Hollywood elite, Jesus died for them too. 👇It’s never too late.
Joe Biden traded a guy called “The Merchant of Death,” for a WNBA player. And left a US marine behind in Russian prison in the process. Biden’s a complete and total disaster on everything.