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History was made one year ago today. 🦃⚡️ Video courtesy of @Metallica #M72VirginiaTech #Hokies

Today was supposed to be Capt. Jon Jackson's retirement flight with Spirit Airlines. After the airline's sudden shutdown, he found himself heading home as a passenger, seated in the back of a Southwest flight with his son, Chris, a Southwest First Officer. Chris casually mentioned to the flight’s Pilots that this would have been his dad’s retirement flight. They seized the opportunity to change the course of the day for Capt. Jackson. The Crew alerted Dylan, a Southwest Dispatcher, setting into motion a plan that resulted in a proper retirement party when the flight landed in Baltimore. The Baltimore Airport Fire & Rescue met the aircraft with a traditional water cannon salute, and the Baltimore Ground Operations Team was waiting at the gate to welcome him with cheers and bottle of bubbly. It was a powerful reminder of the aviation community’s ability to show respect, compassion, and solidarity when it matters most. Above all, this moment was about honoring a fellow aviator. Congratulations, and thank you for your service in the skies, Capt. Jackson. The bond not only of an industry but a father and son Watch

"Long before Americans had a nation or a Constitution, we first had a culture, a character, a language and a creed… The American Patriots who pledged their lives to Independence in 1776 were the heirs to this majestic inheritance. Their veins ran with Anglo-Saxon courage. Their hearts beat with an English faith in standing firm for what is right, good, and true. In recent years we have often heard it said that America is merely 'an idea' — but the cause of freedom did not simply appear as an intellectual invention of 1776. The American founding was the culmination of hundreds of years of thought, struggle, sweat, blood, and sacrifice on both sides of the Atlantic." Donald Trump 45th & 47th President of the United States

Texans, the deadline is approaching FAST! 🏁 The PUCT rules §25.58 and §25.101 will fast-track battery storage contracts and new transmission lines, raise your electricity bills, and limit your ability to protect your property. Utilities get to pass costs PLUS profit directly to you with less public review and stronger eminent domain leverage. This is your chance to push back. Submit your opposition comment before May 18, 2026 at speak4.app/lp/qj01fsqq for battery storage and the §25.101 transmission rule. Tell them: No higher rates. No shortcuts on our land. No more decisions made without real citizen input. If you haven’t submitted yet, do it today. If you have, SHARE this post with EVERY Texan you know; family, friends, neighbors, and local groups.The more voices we send, the harder it is for them to ignore us. Act now. Share widely. Protect our bills and our rights. 💪🇺🇲📖✍️

So. If you are in ANY emergency situation — let’s say you park in your driveway, & only as you begin taking your groceries from the car, you see movement in your home that is supposed to be empty. And a broken window. You cannot drive away to somewhere safer to get help. Your car refuses. You are at a traffic light. Suddenly someone is trying to get into your car (this has happened to me). You have a split second to accelerate & leave him in the dust. Your car shuts down power. The school calls. Your daughter has fainted. You cannot drive to the school to pick her up because your car notices your eyes are wide & you’re breathing fast. Your car now controls whether you live or die in an emergency situation. And those controls cannot be overridden.

I love that Trump has revolutionary war soldiers for the king. 😆

If you pitched this as a screenplay, every studio would reject it for being too on-the-nose. Fernando Mendoza was a 2-star recruit ranked 2,149th in his high school class. Zero FBS scholarship offers. Not one. He walked on at Cal, fought for a starting job, transferred to Indiana for his senior year, then led them to 16-0 and the first national title in school history. Heisman, Walter Camp, Maxwell, Davey O'Brien, Manning, Big Ten MVP. 41 TDs, 72% completion, 8-to-0 TD-to-INT ratio in the playoffs. The Raiders took him #1 overall Thursday night. $54.56M fully guaranteed. Only the third player ever to win the Heisman, win a national championship, and go first overall the next spring. Burrow. Newton. Mendoza. Then he skipped Pittsburgh. The biggest stage in football, the moment every kid imagines from the second they pick up a ball, and Fernando watched the call from his living room in Florida because his mom Elsa is in a wheelchair and the travel is hard for her. She was diagnosed with MS when he was 4. She wrote a letter to her sons in The Players Tribune in 2015 promising the disease "won't affect us in the ways that matter." The part nobody talks about: while every other top pick was on stage, Fernando announced the Mendoza Family Fund the same day. $500K personal donation to the National MS Society. Committed to raising $1M over three years. He hasn't taken an NFL snap and he's already given more to a cause than most players donate in a full career. He and his brother Alberto have already raised $360K through the Mendoza Bros. Burger at BuffaLouie's in Bloomington. At Christmas, he handed four families dealing with MS $10,000 each for an Adidas shopping spree. Both his parents are children of Cuban refugees who fled Castro. His dad rowed at Brown, won a Junior World Championship in 1987, and played high school football in Miami next to a teammate named Mario Cristobal. Fernando beat his dad's old teammate in the national championship game in January. Every athlete talks about playing for their family. Fernando actually did it.

We were there front and center. That venue wasn’t built to accommodate an event with the line of succession for the U.S. government. After witnessing last night, drop the TDS and build the White House ballroom for events exactly like these.

@MZHemingway @DoodlesTrks My Etsy page has a few accent rugs, and I have more on the way. All handmade in Texas. GrayLeighDesigns.etsy.com

Yesterday on the plane, the man seated next to me had cool American flag loafers and it made me sad that we are not being utterly deluged with America 250 merch. Send me the coolest things you've seen, please. I'm in the mood to purchase.

@RepBrandonGill @DrBuckinghamTX and our fellow members of the #DaughtersoftheRepublic could offer an education on this. #TracesofTexas #TexasMonthly

Radical activists claimed the Alamo is an Islamic building. Now they’re lobbying Texas to insert fake Islamic history into our kids’ classrooms. I just sent a letter demanding the SBOE reject this revisionist garbage. Texas history is not up for rewriting. dailywire.com/news/one-of-am…

This is why Americans are the deadliest fighters on earth. I met a priest yesterday who just got accepted to chaplain school in Newport. I asked him the obvious question: Marines or Navy? Navy, he said. His face fell a little. He told me he could never be a Marine because every Marine is a rifleman, and as a priest he can’t carry a weapon. He’s hoping to get assigned to a Marine unit anyway. All chaplains are Navy officers, so that’s the only door in. I laughed. I feel a little bad about that. Then I explained to him what “Devil Doc” means. The Marine Corps doesn’t have medics. They use Navy Corpsmen. I told him: when you get out to the fleet, find a Marine sergeant with a couple of Purple Hearts and tell him Devil Docs “aren’t real Marines.” Be prepared to duck. Marines are violently particular about who gets to wear their uniform. Navy Corpsmen and Navy chaplains who have eaten dirt alongside them in combat qualify. Full stop. My dad was Air Force. Not even Navy. I remember going to VFW halls with him as a kid. Someone would ask him what service, he’d say Air Force, and the room would chuckle a little. Then they’d find out he was a medic, and the air in the room changed. Something close to reverence. Dad hated being honored. He had one line he used to deflect it: “I didn’t do much. Save your praise for my cousin the PJ.” That always broke the ice. PJs are the Air Force special operators who go into hell to pull downed pilots out. They will take casualties and are prepared to die to rescue a single pilot or crewman. The math doesn’t math out. Why would any combat force take multiple casualties to rescue one air force jet jockey? What the padre is about to learn is that the military has a hierarchy that has nothing to do with rank, and nothing to do with the service stitched on your chest. Have you deployed? Have you seen combat? In every firefight there are men who move toward the guns and men who hang back. And when the guy at the tip of the spear is pinned down, bleeding, with rounds cracking past his head, there is exactly one word he screams into the radio. “Medic.” Here is the catch, and it is the whole reason America fights the way America fights. That Marine is willing to push forward into fire BECAUSE he knows the Corpsman is coming. He knows the medevac birds will land in the hot LZ. He knows the Devil Doc will drag him out by his plate carrier if it comes to that. And, if the medic can’t help, if he has what Dad called “injuries incompatible with life,” he knows that chaplain will crawl on his belly to administer last rights and deliver him to heaven. The F-15 pilot punching out over enemy territory knows the same thing. He knows the PJs will move heaven and earth to reach him, and turn whatever is shooting at him into a smoking crater of hell on earth on the way in. This is the quiet math underneath American violence. Our warriors are the fiercest on earth not because they are more aggressive, not just because they are better trained, or better equipped, though they are all of those things. They are the fiercest because they know, in their bones, that when they key the mic and call for help, help is coming in hot. Take that away, and you don’t have the U.S. military anymore. You have a security force.

😂 Y’all… This Buc-ee’s story had me hollerin’ and praising the Lord at the same time! This sweet bearded fella is telling the wildest, funniest story about stopping at Buc-ee’s and running into “Toby” and this little old lady. Next thing you know, there’s $147 worth of who-knows-what and somehow the Golden Nugget Casino gets thrown in the mix! The way he describes it had me laughing so hard I almost cried. He says people would “build churches on it” — and honey, I believe it! Only at Buc-ee’s can you go in for gas and come out with a full-blown adventure. God sure has a sense of humor, doesn’t He? He knows we need these little moments of joy and laughter in the middle of crazy days. What’s your best Buc-ee’s story?

We’re being told this country is broken beyond repair. And then this happens. An American Olympic gold medalist, bloodied and grinning, wrapped in the Stars and Stripes, after decades of waiting, sacrifice, and belief, reminding the world what it looks like when America rises again. 🇺🇸 Two kids on a quiet sidewalk, watching Artemis II tear through the sky, like history reaching forward and backward at once, reminding us we are still the nation that dares to go farther. 🚀 And an American Air Force colonel, shot down over enemy territory, alone in the mountains of Iran for 48 hours, hunted, wounded, waiting, And America came for him anyway. Through the dark. Through the risk. Through the fire. Because we don’t leave our own. Same year. Same country. Not spin. Not noise. This is real. They can keep selling division. They can keep feeding the noise. But this? This is different. This is who we are when it matters. Not perfect. Not polished. But still capable of courage. Still capable of wonder. Still capable of loyalty. The darkness is loud right now. But the light? The light doesn’t ask permission. It just shows up. GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇸❤️ HAPPY EASTER 💜

The first weekend I dropped the kids off at my in-laws' without my husband, something quietly shifted in how I saw family. As I prepared to leave, my father-in-law did what he’d always done for his son, he looked at me and said, “Let’s go fill up your tank.” I quickly told him I’d already done it on the way there, hoping to avoid the offer. He gently but firmly replied, “Never do that again.” Since then, I’ve come to understand that…

Hey @elonmusk we seriously need a Texas flag emoji 🙏🏻 Repost this, Texas! 🤠

You just had to be there...

@DesireeAmerica4 @OptimisticCon Why did she just sit there?

Update: The Harris County District Attorney's office has officially accepted charges, and Precinct 4 constables are actively hunting him down. ​A Houston man pulled a machete on a woman, and the reason why is absolutely terrifying. ​The victim was driving near Grant Road and Highway 249 on Thursday morning when she simply slowed down for an active school zone. ​The suspect cut her off, threw his truck in park, grabbed a machete from his back seat, and explicitly threatened to cut her head off before continuing to follow her. ​ ​People are completely losing their minds on the road,

These heifers carry a bloodline that starts at the King Ranch. Before they had a name, before the USDA recognized them in 1940 as the first American beef breed developed in this country, King Ranch breeders were crossing Indian Brahman with British Shorthorn and asking one question: what animal can hold its weight, hold its health, and hold its ground in brutal heat? The answer was the Santa Gertrudis. Deep cherry red. Tick resistant. Built for subtropical punishment. An animal that outweighs European breeds at weaning by a hundred pounds and keeps gaining from there. Then King Ranch went further. They crossed Santa Gertrudis with Red Angus, and what came out the other side was the American Red. The heat durability of the Santa Gertrudis married to the marbling and maternal strength of the Red Angus. Fertility. Longevity. Grace under pressure. That is the foundation of what we are bringing to El Salvador. We are still working out the name. Salvadoran Rojo feels right. But that is a conversation for our partners in the Ministry of Agriculture to lead. This breed will belong to this land. The name should too. What we know is this: the genetics are proven, the cross is precise, and the intelligence behind it was earned over a hundred years of South Texas ranching. We are not guessing. We are not confused. We are building Bukele’s Food Sovereign El Salvador. Eat beef, keep Slim. @oscardomsv @nayibbukele

Jessie Buckley: “I love being your mom. I can’t wait to discover life beside you… To understand the capacity of a mother‘s love is the greatest collision of my life. I would like to dedicate this to the beautiful chaos of a mother’s heart.”

When an American soldier passes in service to our nation, Melania Trump sits down at her desk and handwrites a personal letter to that soldier’s MOTHER. Not typed by White House staff. Not a printed template where she just adds her signature. Melania’s OWN HANDWRITING. Every. Single. Word. Personal messages about the soldier’s sacrifice, about eternal gratitude, about a mother’s unbearable loss, about America never forgetting. Each letter takes HOURS to write. Not minutes. HOURS. Because Melania writes slowly, carefully, choosing every word perfectly - because she KNOWS this grieving mother will read this letter over and over and over for the rest of her life. Since 2017, Melania has written HUNDREDS of these letters. One for EVERY fallen soldier. Hundreds of hours of her personal time. And here’s what absolutely destroys me: Gold Star mothers across America have Melania’s handwritten letters FRAMED on their living room walls. Melania could SO EASILY have staff type beautiful letters and she could just sign them. Would save HUNDREDS of hours. But she REFUSES. “These mothers lost their ENTIRE WORLD. The absolute LEAST I can do is give them HOURS of my time writing in my own hand to honor their loss personally.” While the world obsesses over Melania’s public silence, they completely MISS her loudest service: hundreds upon hundreds of hours spent alone at a desk, writing to grieving mothers in careful handwriting. Here’s the truth: Melania’s pen honors fallen soldiers one mother, one letter, one HOUR at a time. *Idk who these beautiful words came from, but I thought they should be shared so the world knows the heart of our beautiful First Lady @MELANIATRUMP.