FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT Mary 🇺🇸

ABSO-FCKN-LUTELY!! 💯

Today we lost our handsome, incredible, sweet pup-Ryder. 💔 He was the best freakin dog we could ever ask for- God blessed us the day we met him at the rescue we got him at. When you get a dog- they become part of your family- they become more than just a pet. Ryder loved us so much- so much love every time we came home, every time we woke up, every time we threw the ball. Love. Today he was doing one of the things he loved most- barking at golfers. He fell over - I knew it wasn’t good. I ran over to him — as he left this world for heaven I could feel him ease- I hugged him tried to help him- but it was quick. So quick I didn’t believe it as I called my husband to help. Dogs are man’s best friends because they are truly a gift from God. I know we now have a guardian angel watching over us & one day we will be reunited. We love you so much Ryder- you are the best dog & we will miss you every day for the rest of our lives. “A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water logged stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?” Until we meet again my sweet Ryder- I love you to the moon & back.

MARCO RUBIO: “If Europe won’t allow us to use the bases we man and fund for their defense when we need them, we ought to close them down and remove our troops from Europe!" Europe has been sleeping on our sofa and raiding our fridge for too long. Time to pay the rent. ⬇️

The one in Kaufman County has stopped. Now we need to work on the one in Plano. It's only been delayed. It ALSO needs to be stopped!!

TSA is now cooperating with ICE and will turn over all passenger lists. In addition, airports have become ICE checkpoints. I love every little bit of this.

🚨 BREAKING: Gov. Ron DeSantis just signed a massive new law BANNING judges from releasing serious criminals into the community while they await sentencing LFG!! Do this nationwide! 🔥 Missy's Law is named after a poor 5-year-old girl who got killed by a criminal WHILE he was awaiting sentencing. Because the radical judge RELEASED him. "She's got this stepfather, big-time scumbag. He was convicted, first of all he was abusing Missy, she's like five years old, doing all that, really, really bad what was going on in the home. But then he gets convicted of trying to meet a 15-year-old for s*x!" "Prosecutors said, Judge, this is a dangerous individual, you need to revoke the bail, please revoke the bail. And she refused to do that. She put him out on bail, pending sentence." "And what happened in between that decision and the time he was sentenced, he m*rdered Missy. Totally preventable, a miscarriage of justice, a dereliction of judicial duty." "So what this bill does is it makes sure that these types of sexual offenses mean that a judge must remand the convicted defendant to custody."

Can I get a HELL YA!!!🙌🏼

How to know if you're eating real meat..🚨

🔥 Rep Randy Fine is getting BLASTED for this speech. "Democrats care about 3 things, Muslim terrorists, Somali pirates and illegal immigrants," Fine said. The opposition says his speech was "unbecoming of a Congressman." Was his speech inappropriate, or is he right?

Israel wasn’t puppeteering Donald J. Trump in 1987 when he stood on national television, and laid out the ironclad case for seizing Iranian oil fields in retaliation for their tanker-war savagery. And they sure as fuck aren’t controlling him now. No one ever has. No one ever will. The very notion is a pathetic fever-dream peddled by weak minds who need a scapegoat for their own impotence. Nineteen eighty-seven wasn’t some Zionist boardroom script...it was the goddamn Tanker War, the bloody naval guts of the Iran-Iraq slaughter. Iranian Revolutionary Guards were mining the Strait of Hormuz like rabid dogs, blowing up neutral shipping, choking 20 percent of the world’s oil supply while the Reagan administration played patty-cake with half-measures. Operation Earnest Will was already underway: U.S. Navy escorts taking fire, mines ripping hulls, Iranians testing American resolve with every speedboat and Silkworm missile. Trump...then a brash New York real-estate titan with zero political handlers and zero need for AIPAC cocktail parties...looked Diane Sawyer dead in the eye on ABC and said what every red-blooded strategist with a grasp of history already knew: hit them where it bleeds. Take the oil. Starve the mullahs’ war machine. Project power without apology. This wasn’t “Israeli orders.” This was pure, unfiltered geopolitical calculus, straight out of the Clausewitz playbook: the enemy’s center of gravity is his economy. Deny it, and you break him. Trump saw it then because he’s always seen it...resource dominance as the ultimate deterrent. Psychologically? Trump has never been anyone’s marionette. The man’s wiring is pure apex predator: self-reliance forged in the cutthroat arena of 1980s Manhattan deal-making, where loyalty is currency and weakness is death. He doesn’t bend to lobbies; he bends reality to his will. His 1987 rhetoric mirrors his 2026 posture with eerie precision...America First, transactional dominance, no forever wars unless they serve the ledger. That consistency isn’t puppetry; it’s the mark of a man who has stared down bankruptcy, media assassination, and two assassination attempts without flinching. Controlled? Laughable. The conspiracy cultists projecting their own slave-mentality onto him reveal more about their fractured egos than his spine. They crave a hidden hand because admitting Trump acts on raw, unscripted American instinct would shatter their worldview. Pathetic. Geopolitically, the mullahs have been a cancer since Khomeini’s revolution...exporting terror, chasing nukes, strangling the Gulf. Trump understood in ’87 what the Beltway eunuchs still deny: weakness invites the knife. Seize the fields, deny the revenue, and Iran’s proxies wither. History bears it out...Saddam learned it the hard way in ’91 when his oil infrastructure went up in flames. Military reality is merciless: control the energy arteries or watch your adversaries fund endless jihad. Trump grasped that before most generals did. Israel? They were fighting their own existential wars then...intifadas, Scuds, the same Iranian-backed Hezbollah scum. Any overlap was coincidence of shared enemies, not control. To claim otherwise is to regurgitate the Protocols of the Elders of Zion with a fresh coat of tinfoil. So spare me the venomous drivel, you keyboard jihadis and basement geopoliticians. Trump wasn’t controlled in ’87. He isn’t now. He never will be. He’s the force of nature that bends history...unowned, unbreakable, and utterly American. If you still don’t get it after forty years of proof, you never fucking will. And that’s a "you" problem, not a "him" problem. Get the fuck over it or get out of the fucking way. 🗡️💀⚖️

For the last nine months my wife Brooklyn has been carrying our baby boy. Early on we learned that he was very sick. Around the three to four month mark doctors told us that he had severe hydrocephalus. In the old days people called it water on the brain because there was too much fluid building up. We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital where some of the top fetal specialists in the country gave us devastating news. They said his condition was off the charts bad. It was so extreme that they stopped measuring the fluid levels because it didn’t matter anymore. The MRI images were heartbreaking. We were told there was more than a ninety percent chance that our baby would either pass away shortly after birth or survive with such severe cognitive impairments that any quality of life would be nearly impossible. We sat through gut wrenching meetings with palliative care about breathing tubes and the unthinkable decisions we might face. Brooklyn relocated to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital while I commuted back and forth trying to juggle work and take care of Sophie and Lily at home. On July 8th Brooklyn went into labor. Just fifteen minutes before the C section we sat with doctors again and talked about when we might need to remove life support and let our baby go to heaven. And then it happened. Charlie Edward Schnarr came into the world crying. That cry was the sweetest sound I have ever heard. Charlie stayed in the NICU until yesterday and now we are finally home together. He is a beautiful baby boy doing all the things babies should do. He has mild ventricular enlargement that we will monitor but otherwise he is thriving. The doctors told us they cannot explain what happened. Somehow his brain cleared the blockage on its own and rerouted the fluid. Seasoned nurses and highly respected doctors kept using the words miracle and divine intervention. We know that thousands of family members, friends, clients, colleagues and even strangers were praying for us. I believe with all my heart that God heard those prayers. I believe He stepped in and gave us this gift. I am grateful beyond words. Thank you to everyone who prayed, who reached out, who loved us through this journey. Prayer is powerful. God is real. And He still performs miracles. "This story will make you believe in miracles."

@MAGAVoice 👋

Raise your hand if you think the Supreme Court should BAN Birthright Citizenship

Cats are highly skilled predators with a strong instinct to hunt, even if they are well-fed domestic cats. They have exceptionally fast reaction times, ranging from approximately 20 to 70 ms, significantly faster than humans (around 250 ms).

How to rebuild a rotten deck!

I find it amusing to watch people continually fall for the fake news media and their reliably terrible storylines, forgetting how much they get wrong every day—much of it INTENTIONALLY wrong. Not to mention that Trump is leveraging misdirection and sowing confusion as a means of achieving his ends. Chaos actaully works in his favor. Sun Tzu taught us as much. The fact is that he's negotiating on multiple levels simultaneously and doesn't share his strategy with every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the internet. All told, presuming to know more about what he's doing than he does is a fool's pursuit.

In 2016, a dog fell into a reservoir in Almaty and could not escape the steep concrete walls and strong current. A man tried to help but was unable to reach it on his own. Seeing this, several strangers stepped in and formed a human chain, reaching down into the rushing water and saving both the dog and the man. Ten years later, this moment was turned into a sculpture unveiled on March 18. Funded privately and approved by the city, it stands as a symbol of kindness, unity, and people coming together. More than a tribute to a single rescue, it reflects something simple and real: in urgent moments, strangers can help one another and save lives.

Six weeks after September 11, 2001, twelve American soldiers were quietly loaded onto a helicopter in Uzbekistan and flown over the Hindu Kush mountains in the dead of night. No tanks. No armored vehicles. No air support waiting on the ground. Just twelve Green Berets, over a hundred pounds of gear each, and a mission that their own commanders privately doubted any of them would survive. They landed in a remote Afghan village called Dehi, in the pitch black, surrounded by a country they barely had maps for. And then someone handed them horses. Not metaphorically. Actual horses — Afghan stallions, tough as nails and famously difficult to control. Wooden saddles covered in carpet scraps. Stirrups so short their knees rode up around their ears. Captain Mark Nutsch, who'd grown up on a cattle ranch in Kansas and competed in collegiate rodeos, became trail boss on the spot. For the other ten men on his team — Operational Detachment Alpha 595 of the 5th Special Forces Group — the learning curve was immediate and unforgiving. The first words one of his sergeants learned in Dari were: "How do you make him stop?" They had linked up with General Abdul Rashid Dostum, a Northern Alliance warlord who controlled thousands of fighters and knew this territory like the back of his hand. The deal was simple: the Americans would call in precision airstrikes from horseback. Dostum's cavalry would do the charging. Together, they would take Mazar-i-Sharif — a Taliban stronghold of 250,000 people — and crack open northern Afghanistan. Military planners had estimated it would take two years. Task Force Dagger gave ODA 595 three weeks. For 23 days of nearly continuous combat, the Horse Soldiers lived like men from a different century. They ate what the Afghans ate. They slept on the ground in freezing mountain passes. They rode trails so narrow and sheer that one wrong step meant a thousand-foot drop. Staff Sergeant Will Summers started the mission at 185 pounds. He left Afghanistan five weeks later weighing 143. The Taliban had tanks. Soviet-era armor, antiaircraft guns, fortified positions dug into the mountains. Against this, twelve Americans on horseback radioed coordinates to aircraft circling invisibly above, and watched the positions erupt. On November 9, 2001, they rode into the kind of moment that people are not supposed to experience in the modern world. Nutsch and his team joined hundreds of Dostum's horsemen in a thundering cavalry charge across an open plain — directly into entrenched Taliban lines. Under fire. At a gallop. Calling in close air support between strides. It was the first cavalry charge of the 21st century. It was also the last. The next day, Mazar-i-Sharif fell. The Taliban's northern stronghold collapsed. Within weeks, the regime itself began to unravel — a domino effect that started with twelve men and borrowed horses in the mountains. All twelve of them came home. Zero American fatalities. Against a fortified enemy that outnumbered and outgunned them at every turn. Today, across from Ground Zero in New York City, there is a bronze statue — sixteen feet tall — of a Special Forces soldier on horseback, rifle across his lap, looking west. It honors ODA 595 and the teams who rode with them. Most Americans walk past it every day without knowing the story. Now you do.

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