the sad thing is I supported Trump since Day Ond and did this song for all Americans Right and Left but braindead republicans didnt have me sing for the 250 th -a dream I had - for years ! i would appreciate if folks help make this viral - i also sent to Fox- Newsmax to no avail
Arizona State University filed to use eminent domain to steal a 124 year old Phoenix home from a senior homeowner
The man who owns it is a 89 year old senior citizen who’s owned the home for 50 years
ASU says they need the land for their downtown health campus
ASU made multiple purchase offers, they’ve offered up to $850,000 for the home. The homeowner keeps refusing. So now they plan to just take the home with eminent domain
If eminent domain goes through he’ll be forced to accept the appraisal price
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration.
More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸
NEW: A restaurant owner canceled his Easter plans to fulfill a dying man’s final wish.
Frank Ozimek was in hospice during the final weeks of his battle with cancer, where nurses cared for him and treated him like family.
Before he passed, he asked his brother for one thing:
Feed the nurses on Easter.
There was one problem.
Every restaurant they called was closed for the holiday.
Then they reached Tommy Milani, owner of Sub Delicious in New York.
His response:
“Absolutely, whatever you need.”
Milani put aside his own Easter plans, opened the restaurant on his day off, and made pizzas for the entire hospice staff.
This is beautiful.
What you ski with that flag on your arm and run your mouth on the world stage??
Some of us wore that flag on our arm and buried our friends under it.
STFU AND GO PLAY IN THE SNOW
Larry Fitzgerald owns one of the craziest stats in NFL history.
Fitzgerald finished his 17-year career with more tackles (41) than drops (29).
Just absurd.
No, Tom. Shut the fuck up and listen, Tom...
The man walked into that gilded snake pit at Davos and eviscerated the entire globalist cabal with the cold, unflinching precision of a predator who’s done toying with prey. On their stage. Under their lights. Broadcast on their networks. Forced every last one of them...those smug, self-appointed overlords...to sit in silence while he carved their rotten empire to the bone.
He didn’t scream. He didn’t need to. His voice was low, steady, absolute. Every sentence a kill shot.
He exposed the climate hoax for the multi-trillion-dollar wealth transfer it is. He named the open-borders agenda as the deliberate dilution of sovereign nations.
He called out the currency wars, the offshoring scams, the engineered collapse of Western industry...all of it orchestrated by the same parasites who lecture the rest of us about “sustainability” while burning jet fuel to fly their private fleets into Switzerland for a week of mutual back-patting and champagne.
This wasn’t anger. This was execution.
They perched there in their tailored hypocrisy...cashmere sweaters, bespoke suits, faces frozen in that practiced mask of enlightened concern...while the President of the United States looked them dead in the eye and ended their charade.
Politely. Ruthlessly.
He informed them, in plain language, that the days of America bankrolling their utopian delusions, their population-replacement schemes, their digital surveillance grid, their endless wars for “democracy”...all of it funded by the American taxpayer...are finished. Done. Over.
He put the entire Davos class...the unelected technocrats, the hedge-fund vampires, the NGO grifters, the media courtesans...on explicit notice: your reign of unchallenged arrogance is terminated. We see every tentacle of your operation. We know exactly what you are: a parasitic elite that has feasted on the productive class for decades while selling the corpse back to us as “progress.”
What you diagnose as “mental disturbance” is what unfiltered strength looks like to cowards who’ve spent their lives groveling before power.
What you label “embarrassing” is the sound of a sovereign people finally refusing to kneel.
What you find “dangerous” is the sight of your entire worldview collapsing in real time, live on global television, delivered by a man who cannot be bought, bullied, or bribed.
He didn’t just address that room. He spoke past them...directly to the hundreds of millions who’ve been looted, lectured, and lied to by these people. To every factory worker whose job was shipped overseas.
To every parent watching their child’s school being turned into an indoctrination camp. To every citizen tired of watching their borders erased while billionaires build moats around their own compounds.
That audience of predators just witnessed the beginning of their obsolescence. They felt it...the shift in the air, the sudden realization that the protection racket they’ve run for fifty years has a new sheriff, and he’s not asking nicely anymore.
They know what’s coming. They felt the ground move under their feet. And they’re terrified.
So go ahead, Tom. Keep clutching your pearls. Keep diagnosing from your safe, sanitized distance.
The rest of us recognize the sound of history correcting itself.
Sleep lightly. The reckoning isn’t coming.
It’s already here.
🚨#BREAKING: North Carolina police have released never-before-seen security camera footage of the suspect who broke into Greg Biffle's home after his death and stole $30,000 and his NASCAR memorabilia.
Greg Biffle was a hero during Hurricane Helene, flying his own personal helicopter to rescue victims and drop off supplies to those stranded here in the mountains.
It is beyond despicable that someone would break into his home after his death and steal from him...
Please make this person famous, maybe someone will recognize this awful human being and they can make an arrest.
If you have any information please contact the Iredell NC Sheriff's Department.