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The tomb is empty. The promise is fulfilled. Through His sacrifice, we are redeemed. We stand firm in faith, courage, and truth—Happy Easter.

Judas ate with God for three years and never flinched. Sat at the fire. Said the prayers. Watched blind men see. Watched dead men stand up. Watched lepers get clean skin back. Saw all of it. Touched all of it. And it did nothing to him. That should make you sick. Because you know men like that. You’ve sat next to them in church. They sing the hymns. They say amen. They put the money in the plate. And they go home and do things in the dark that would get them killed in any century but this one. Jesus called him a devil. Not after the betrayal. Before it. John 6:70. He looked at twelve men and said one of you is a devil. And then He let the devil stay. He let him hold the money. Let him sit at the table. Let him hear every parable. Let him watch Lazarus walk out of a tomb. And Judas saw resurrection with his own eyes and thought, what’s that worth in silver? That’s not weakness. That’s not a man who lost his way. That’s a creature wearing human skin at the table of God, calculating the price of the blood on his plate. Jesus washed his feet. Read that again. God kneeled in front of the thing that was about to murder Him and washed the dirt off its feet. Not because Judas deserved it. Because the eleven men watching needed to see what love looks like when it’s aimed at something that will never love you back. That’s the sermon your pastor won’t preach. That Jesus didn’t die confused. He didn’t die betrayed. He sat across from a devil, broke bread, and said what thou doest, do quickly. He gave evil permission to finish. Because the cross was never Plan B. And the son of perdition was never a surprise. He was a prop in a story written before the foundation of the world. A creature who thought he was the predator and turned out to be the instrument. The tomb didn’t stay shut. But the field Judas bought with his thirty pieces? His guts are still in the dirt.

I owed a debt I could not pay. HE paid a debt HE did not owe. It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming. Christ is King.

Now that Artemis II has launched we have 10 days to get everyone on Earth a Planet of the Apes costume so we can do something hilarious when the astronauts return 😁

I offer my sincere apologies to all old people. Now that I am old, it turns out that having my morning coffee, eating my vegetables, taking naps during the day, not driving at night, not having any company after dark, not leaving my house at night, and being in bed by 9pm is awesome. You guys were right. I was wrong.

@IamDuder Congrats!

I got Baptized today! I'm not worthy of him but I'm worthy BECAUSE of him! Thank you God!🙌

At this rate, it’s not even about being a Democrat or Republican anymore. It’s literally the American people versus a uniparty establishment that is corrupt to the core. It’s time for voters to wake up when they go to vote on Election Day. Stop sending the same garbage to the Senate.

🚨 BREAKING: Crowd goes CRAZY after exiled Iranian Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi DROPS this epic line “President TRUMP is Making America Great Again.” 🔥 “I intend to Make IRAN Great Again!” 🇺🇸🇮🇷

🔴 Pam Bondi is running out the clock. 🔴 John Thune is running out the clock. 🔴 The Democrats are running out the clock. 🔴 Activist judges are running out the clock. 🔴 The Supreme Court is running out the clock. 🔴 RINO senators are running out the clock. That’s all there is to it.

@OcrazioCornPop @Crash_the_Flash @LeaderJohnThune I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS CRAP!!!!!!!! How THE HELL can 5 members of the GOP show up at 2AM and pass a bill that DEFUNDS ICE… …BUT WE CANNOT PASS THE SAVE ACT?????? I AM SO SICK OF THE CRAP FROM THE GOP!!!!! Now they are vacation. This is beyond pathetic.

RT @sow413: @MarioNawfal Do you truly understand what Japan just gained? As a Japanese citizen, I’m telling you—this moment changed histor…

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🚨 Here is the full 40 minutes of my crew and I exposing California fraud, Minnesota was big but California is even bigger... We uncovered over $170,000,000 in fraud as these fraudsters live in luxury with no consequences. Like it and share it, the fraud must STOP. We ALL work way too hard and pay too much in taxes for this to be happening. These fraudsters have been able to defraud American taxpayers for years without any pushback from the public and politicians. It is time to EXPOSE IT ALL and end America's fraud crisis.

RT @nickshirleyy: @GovPressOffice You do realize I’m trying to help America eliminate fraud and waste right? No need to try and make me loo…

RT @PahlaviReza: هم‌میهنان عزیزم، ملت ما ثروتمند، بااستعداد و سربلند است؛ اما مردم ما به سبب فساد، بی‌کفایتی و ماجراجویی‌های جمهوری‌اسلامی…

RT @JDVance: This is very simple: only Americans citizens should be allowed to vote in American elections. The SAVE America Act is common…

We're at a point where there are no cheap options to retreat to and no price points that guarantee quality. Every run-down studio is $1400, every fast food meal is $17, every luxury condo has peel-n-stick tiles, every $300 pair of boots falls apart. Endless expensive mediocrity.

The Islamic Republic has launched missiles at the UAE, Bahrain, Qatar, Kuwait, Oman, Jordan, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia. It is targeting our Arab neighbors. These violations of their sovereignty are unacceptable and we condemn them. But this is nothing new. This is who the Islamic Republic has always been. And this is why it must end. For nearly five decades, this terrorist regime has sown chaos and bloodshed across our region. It propped up Assad, turning Syria into a graveyard. It planted Hezbollah; as a state within a state in Lebanon. It armed the Houthis to destabilize the Arabian Peninsula. It empowered militias in Iraq that undermine Iraqi sovereignty. It attacked the economic hubs of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates. None of this has ever been the desire of the Iranian people, but rather that of the regime occupying our country. Now, however, the landscape has fundamentally shifted. Assad is gone. Hezbollah has been decimated. The regime’s military nuclear program has been set back. Its economy is in freefall. The pillars of this regime’s aggression are crumbling. The Iranian people have paid the price, in blood, to reach this moment. The regime massacred at least tens of thousands of my compatriots in just two days. But it didn’t break the people. Instead, the regime itself is breaking. Today, history reminds us of our future potential. Before the revolution, Iran worked closely with Arab leaders — from King Faisal to Sheikh Zayed to King Hussein to President Sadat. In Oman, my father helped Sultan Qaboos defend his country against insurgency. We were true partners then. We will be true partners again. The Iranian people have called on me to lead the transition after the regime is gone. I have accepted that responsibility. Part of their great mandate to me is to return our nation and our foreign relations to normalcy. I will do exactly that. My commitment is to ensure the transition is orderly, the country is stabilized, and Iranians determine their future through the ballot box. We will not repeat the mistakes of past transitions. We will avoid de-Baathification scenarios and maintain as many bureaucrats and public servants in the transition as possible. Iranians have made their choice — at an enormous price. Now I ask our friends in the Arab world to join us. To prepare to recognize and engage our transitional government. We will rebuild our nation not for expansion, but to serve the Iranian people. We will base our diplomatic relations, not on exportation of ideology, but on mutual respect and shared interests. We will reintegrate into the regional and global economy to increase prosperity for the citizens of all of our nations. Standing with the Iranian people is not charity. It is a strategic investment in making our region one of the most stable, secure, and prosperous in the world. Together, we can build a Middle East our children will be proud to inherit. Take this new path with us.

Happening Now in the Oval Office at the @WhiteHouse. God Bless the USA! 🙏❤️🇺🇸🦅

I set fire to my school when I was thirteen years old. They sent me to an institution. I was there for about a month. A man in that facility did something to me that I have never spoken about publicly until today. I was a child. He was not. I carried that for thirty-one years. Through a marriage. Through five kids. Through driving a garbage truck at 5 AM and writing between stops in parking lots with the engine running. Through 1,800 posts and 26,000 subscribers, and a ministry I built with my bare hands. Thirty-one years of silence. I'm breaking it now. Not because I want your sympathy. Not because I want to "process" or "heal" or whatever word the therapists use. I'm breaking it because I watched a 22-year-old kid on the Shawn Ryan Show this week describe being groomed on Roblox at twelve years old, by a developer that Roblox put in their own commercials, and I sat in my chair, and I could not move. Not because of what happened to him. Because I looked at a picture of my own children on the wall across the room. And I thought about every screen in my house. Every app I never opened. Every conversation I never asked about. Every night, my kids were in their rooms on devices I paid for, connected to platforms I never checked, talking to people I never met. And I realized something that made me sick. I've been so busy carrying my own silence that I almost missed what was happening right in front of me. Let me tell you what's happening. Right now — tonight — there are grown men on Roblox, Discord, VR Chat, and a dozen other platforms your children use every single day. They have playbooks. Not metaphorical playbooks. Literal, documented grooming strategies. They build trust with your kid over weeks. They gift virtual currency. They isolate. They normalize. And then they destroy. The kid on the Shawn Ryan Show tried to kill himself at fifteen. His mother reported it to Roblox. The company did nothing. The predator — a man named Kevin Nolan, featured in Roblox's own TV commercials on Cartoon Network — is still free. Still online. Seven hundred thousand people watched that interview in two days. Twenty million reports of child exploitation hit the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children's CyberTipline last year. Twenty million. Reports of online enticement surged 192% in a single year. And those are just the cases someone actually reported. Your child's bedroom is not safe. Not because you failed as a parent. Because the battlefield moved into your house through a screen, and nobody told you. I know what it feels like when a man reaches for a child in a room no one is watching. I know what it does to a boy. I know what it costs him for the next three decades. I know the silence. I know the shame. I know the way your body flinches at things you can't explain, and your wife asks what's wrong, and you say "nothing" because you don't have the words. I have the words now. And I'm using them. I'm not starting a movement. I'm not launching a nonprofit. I'm not pivoting my platform. I'm doing what a father does. A father protects his own. And he warns other fathers. So here's your warning. Check your kids' phones tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight. Open Roblox. Open Discord. Look at the friend lists. Read the messages. Ask your child who they're talking to. And when they say "just my friends" — verify it. Because the man who hurt me was supposed to be helping me. And the man who groomed that kid on Roblox was supposed to be making games for children. The people who destroy children don't look like monsters. They look like helpers. They look like developers. They look like youth pastors, coaches, and family friends. And they are counting on you being too busy, too trusting, or too distracted to notice. Don't be. Be not ye afraid of them: remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses. — Nehemiah 4:14 That was written for men standing on a wall with a sword in one hand and a trowel in the other. Building something and defending it at the same time. That's us. I wrote the full story on Substack today. Everything I've never said. What happened to me. What I found. What I'm going to do about it. And what I need from you. If you're a father, read it. If you're a mother, read it. If you have a child with a screen in their hand, read it. And if you know someone who needs to see this — share it. Not for me. For the kid in the room, no one is watching. I'm done being silent. We're not hiding anymore.