Chari Fogel

In case you were wondering what BETRAYAL looks like from a "Republican" - here you go. Thune was busted heading off to vacation with a TSA escort... knowing that Americans are waiting hours and hours to get through security and the SAVE America Act was not passed. Toss that guy out of his leadership roll. What a disgrace. When did he become a Democrat? REPOST and call him out! #thinblueline #lawenforcment

The Senate shouldn’t even *think* about taking a recess—not even for a weekend—until (1) SAVE America is passed, and (2) DHS is fully funded Pass it on if you agree

@mremrich1 Congratulations!

Honored to be selected as one of 100 educators nationwide for the We the Teachers Fellowship at William & Mary this July and one of two from Ohio! Ready to learn, grow, and bring new ideas back to the classroom! #WeTheTeachers

Watching progressives melt down as women are liberated is sight to behold…

I wish i could retweet this a billion times @dandakich

To Bad Bunny, Billie Eilish, Justin Bieber, and every other scum-sucking celebrity saying "FUCK ICE" at the Grammys last night: Congratulations, you just proved that Trump hasn’t canceled FREE SPEECH. You also just proved that he’s not a dictator. Because if he were, where do you think you’d be waking up this morning? How do think a fascist dictator would treat a veritable ARMY of violent liberal opposition? I’ll tell you: You’d be waking up in a re-education camp instead of your Calabasas mansion. You’d be scrubbing toilets for the state, not posting selfies with your “resistance” merch. Your private jet would be CONFISCATED faster than you can say “tax the rich.” Your Grammy speech would've been SHUT DOWN and you'd have been hauled off to prison. Your “FUCK ICE” sign and your bullshit resistance pins would be Evidence Exhibit A at your show trial. And yYour millions of fascist followers would be forced to UNFOLLOW YOU, or face the same fate. But nope—here you all are, the morning after your TELEVISED REVOLUTION, still rich, still loud, still FREE. Because fun fact: under Trump, we're more America than ever, and freedom of speech is what America stands for. Keep proving the point, Hollywood. It’s adorable.

Must Watch! Budweiser just released its new Super Bowl LX commercial! It's amazing and patriotic! 🇺🇸 It's gonna drive the America hating left batshit crazy!

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday January 28, 2026. Alan Alda turned 90. His family planned a safe celebration at home. Cake. Balloons. Grandkids. Alan said no. “I don’t want a party,” he said. His daughter frowned. “Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.” “I know,” Alan said. “But I don’t want to celebrate here.” “Then where?” Alan didn’t hesitate. “I want to go to the beach.” The room went still. “The beach?” “Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.” “You can barely stand.” Alan smiled. That smile. The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming. “So?” By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming. “The four of us,” he said. “The last four.” Gary Burghoff. Jamie Farr. Mike Farrell. And himself. The final survivors of the 4077th. “No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said. “Just us.” The phone calls began. Gary answered first. “Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!” “Thanks. I need you to drive.” “Drive where?” “To the beach.” A pause. “Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.” “So are facts. They don’t stop me either.” Gary laughed. That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years. “Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.” “I’ll crawl if I have to.” “You’re insane.” “I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.” Jamie Farr was next. “The beach?” Jamie said. “I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.” “Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.” “Like a parade?” “Like a victory lap.” Jamie laughed until his voice cracked. “You haven’t changed since 1972.” “And you’re still Klinger.” “Fine. I’m in.” Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered. “Let me guess,” he said. “You want me to push your wheelchair.” “Yes.” “I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.” “BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said. “You’ll manage.” Long pause. “…Fine.” January 28. 6:00 a.m. Gary arrived in a rented van. Two wheelchair spaces. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered. “Dad, are you sure?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” “What if something happens?” “Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said. “Might as well happen at the beach.” Jamie was waiting outside his house. Wheelchair. Sunglasses. Hawaiian shirt. “You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked. “It’s tradition,” Jamie said. “The 4077th always matched.” Mike showed up next. Also in a Hawaiian shirt. Four old men. One van. Heading west. On the drive, memories filled the air. Harry driving too fast. Larry bringing his own wine. Radar making everyone cry. Klinger never sleeping. When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke. After it ended, Alan said quietly, “That song used to annoy me.” “Now?” “Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.” At Malibu, reality hit. Wheelchairs don’t work on sand. Jamie grumbled. Mike rubbed his back. Alan stared at the ocean. Gary disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs. One lifeguard whispered, “My grandmother watched MASH* every night.” It took time. Transfers were slow. Hands trembled. Bones protested. But they made it. To the water. Alan closed his eyes. The sound of waves. Salt in the air. Sun on his face. “I forgot what this felt like,” he said. They talked about the ones who weren’t there. McLean. Wayne. Larry. Harry. Bill. David. Loretta. Jamie finally broke the silence. “Let’s race.” Two wheelchairs. Two pushers. One rock. They raced. They tied. People on the beach stared. A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?” His mother said, “Living.” As the sun set, Alan spoke. “This might be the last time.” No one argued. “That’s why it matters,” he said. “Because we know.” He made a wish. “One more year.” “One more adventure.” “Korea. Together.” They promised.

How I watch the NFL playoffs: “Who has the most Buckeyes?”

Well the sun still came up today. Still disappointed in last night's game, but we will move forward ✌️

Absolutely

Today is Final day of ProBowl voting and votes count as double today! Let’s see how high we can get this thing! 1 repost🔁= 2 votes #ProBowlVote + @denzelward

Good question from @BritHume: “If we cannot as a nation decide not to continue a subsidy that was imposed, or was enacted, during a national health emergency and was designed to be temporary and that all the Democrats voted to have be temporary, if we can’t let that expire, what hope do we ever have of getting government spending under control?”

🚨 HOLY CRAP! Chuck Schumer suddenly FLEES the Senate floor to avoid an absolute GRILLING by Sen. Bernie Moreno (R-OH) on his massive Obamacare fraud x.com/AmberJoCooper/… MORENO: I was GOING to ask him before he stormed out of the room…because evidently he doesn‘t want to hear any opposing views or actually engage in meaningful negotiation…would he continue $0 premiums, which we know for a FACT, have enormous levels of fraud!? Democrats are flailing! He’s on the verge of surrender! 🇺🇸 Donald Trump created the opening this morning and Senate Republicans are taking it.

Since NYC is about to elect a jihadi, communist mayor and Hamas is on our college campuses, does it really matter if I carry more than 3.4oz of mouthwash onto an airplane?

My mom narrowly survived 9/11. Several of her friends and coworkers were tragically killed. I don’t normally share this level of detail on Twitter, but given what’s I’m seeing, I feel compelled to share her story (with her permission). My mom, a Jewish immigrant from the Soviet Union who came to New York in 1976, came to this country to escape persecution and for a better life. As it turns out, Socialists and Communists hate Jews. Shocker. My mom started working at the World Trade Center as a Mainframe Programmer at Morgan Stanley in 1987 (Morgan Stanley Dean Witter on 9/11). My mom was working on the 67th floor of the 2nd Building during the 1993 WTC bombing. Thankfully, she survived, though it left a lasting mark on her. My mom was working on the 56th floor of the 2nd Building during 9/11. They had just moved her team to that floor a few weeks prior. She had finished a meeting and was working when she looked out the 56th floor window and saw that the 1st Building had been hit. She thought it was an electrical explosion or something since they were always doing some work in the buildings. She saw paper and debris flying everywhere, and thick smoke pouring out. No one really knew what was going on, but remembering the 1993 bombing, her gut instinct was to get out of there. My mom grabbed her small pouch that had some spare cash in it, grabbed a few of her coworkers, and they started going down the building. When they had reached the 22nd floor, the 2nd plane hit the 2nd Building. She knew she was on the 22nd floor because of a massive column in the center of the building, and they felt the whole building shake. Her and the people with her began sprinting down the stairs to get out. My mom didn’t know what was going on, but seeing the smoke and knowing that it was toxic to breathe in, wanted to get as far away as possible. She just started walking, trying to get to Queens. She made her way through Chinatown, and out of a gut instinct, went into a store and bought a disposable camera with the emergency money in her pouch. She took many photos of the buildings, and was able to get them developed. I don’t know think any documentaries have ever gotten ahold of them, but I’ll share a few here. My mom kept walking. Walking to Queens. By the time she had made it to the 59th St Bridge, someone she was passing by told her that The Twin Towers had collapsed. “What do you mean? I was just at work a second ago — that doesn’t make any sense.” My mom was ironically, in 2006, one of many laid off as Morgan Stanley offshored many of their programming jobs to India. My mom, every year on 9/11, remembers. Every year on 9/11, my dad would tell me: “wish your mother a Happy 2nd Birthday”. As a kid, I never really understood, but my dad would say, “it’s a day to celebrate that she survived, to be here with us.” My mom survived. Not one, but two terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I am forever blessed and count myself as one truly lucky New Yorker. Many were not. Everyone knows someone. 9/11, for New York City, was a New Founding. A transformative moment. This tragedy, and our subsequent grit and tenacity, is woven into the DNA of every real New Yorker. For someone running for MAYOR of New York City to have such little understanding of this core truth, to go as far as to try to leverage it in a POLITICAL COUNTER-MESSAGE OF SHAMING AND RALLYING, is to admit that they are fundamentally disconnected from the reality of what it means to be a New Yorker and thus, be Mayor of New York City. If you’re a New Yorker, you know this to be true. You know we cannot have Mamdani in office. If we want our city to continue to survive and thrive, we simply cannot.

@billrabinowitz Thanks Bill. Appreciate it! Looking forward to the read!

Unfortunately, no. Or at least not yet. Audiobooks are handled by third parties, not the publisher (at least not mine). I've encouraged my publisher to try to get an audiobook version done, but I'm not optimistic. There are apps that can dictate pages, I understand.

@billrabinowitz Same. Showed sold out. I’m guessing no audio version?

I have told my publisher and they are working on it. Supposedly, you can order it now and get the book soon if not immediately. Sorry about this. You can get it through WOSU if you’d like to donate for their fall fundraiser.

NEW school record 9-0😤 Shoutout to our guy, @shaewhitemedia for capturing such a stat! Go follow him on Insta for the full of this video and more of Pioneer Athletics Roll Neers🍊

🚨BREAKING — FBI just arrested an October 7th attacker in Louisiana. The 33-year-old man took part in the Hamas attack on Israel, & then traveled to the U.S. on a fraudulent visa UNDER JOE BIDEN. This is why secure borders are absolutely crucial.