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The Power of The People 🙏 Is Greater Than The People In Power! #NeverGiveUp #elonmusk #StayFocused #YourVoiceMatters ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@CraigBrockie Restore!!!

1 in 10 Americans now has an autoimmune disease. Lupus. Crohn's. Hashimoto's. Type 1 diabetes. Multiple sclerosis. Rheumatoid arthritis. Your doctor will tell you it's genetic. Or bad luck. Or that your immune system just "turned on itself." Harvard researchers disagree. A pediatric gastroenterologist at Mass General (Dr. Alessio Fasano) spent 20 years tracking down the missing piece. What he found changed the conversation. Every autoimmune disease he studied shared the same three ingredients: - A specific environmental trigger - Genetic predisposition - A leaky gut Take any one of those away, and the disease doesn't start. The gut isn't just where food gets digested. It's a one-cell-thick wall - The only thing standing between your bloodstream and everything you eat, drink, and swallow. When that wall is tight, your immune system stays calm. When it's leaky, Undigested food particles and bacterial fragments slip through into your blood. Your immune system sees invaders and attacks. But the particles look a lot like your own tissue. Attack the gluten fragments → attack the thyroid (Hashimoto's) Attack the bacterial fragments → attack the joints (rheumatoid arthritis) Attack them over and over → attack the nerves (MS), the gut (Crohn's), the pancreas (Type 1) This is called molecular mimicry. Here's what people report when they heal the gut wall: Skin clearing up Brain fog clearing up Digestion finally working Joint pain fading within weeks Autoimmune flares slowing down Energy returning after years of fatigue The things that punch holes in the gut wall: Gluten (yes, even if you don't have celiac) Glyphosate on conventional crops NSAIDs (ibuprofen, aspirin) Ultra-processed food Chronic stress Antibiotics Poor sleep None of these are rare. Most people have all seven running on autopilot. I've been saying for 30 years: almost every chronic disease traces back to a broken gut. The science keeps catching up. The good news? Unlike your genes, the gut wall is something you can actually rebuild. Comment RESTORE and I'll send you a free guide on how to heal the gut and calm the immune system naturally. P.S. MUST Follow for me to DM you.

Mama Swoll rushed to the emergency room for her heart again tonight. She has been going thru hell physically and mentally the last two months since going into cardiac arrest and they had to use the paddles/CPR twice to bring her back followed by spending a week in the Cardiac ICU. I can’t even imagine the amount of pain she’s in and how afraid she is. Please, if you can, say a prayer for my Mom. 🙏🏼❤️

@BobsFunGirl Sending you hugs and so much love as you navigate the coming days. ❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️ Your unbearable loss reminds me to thank God everyday for my many blessings and my sweet hubby!! God bless you Becky!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My Bob died yesterday and the loss is nearly unbearable. I’m so overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and condolences. All you guys LOVED my husband. What a joy that is to me! I wish I could reach out to thank each of you personally, but I see you and thank you for loving my Bob.

@bobandtom RIP Bob Thanks for all the laughs and the fun mornings getting ready for work!! Hugs to Becky!! 💔🙏⚘️😭

It is with profound sadness that we announce the loss of Bob Kevoian, beloved co-founder and longtime host of The Bob & Tom Show, who passed away peacefully Friday afternoon at his home, surrounded by family and friends. Details regarding memorial services will be shared at a later time.

@BobsFunGirl @bobkevoian Sending hugs and prayers Becky!!! May God wrap his arms around you as you find your way through this heartbreaking time! Hugs 🙏💔⚘️

Did somebody mention The Masters? @bobkevoian once caddied for the late, great Fuzzy Zoeller.

Woke up this morning struggling with worldly dissatisfaction and discontent and a general spiritual frustration and unease in my soul. It was a mood that was not of God and was not healthy spiritually. So I battled it with gratitude - started thanking Him for the birds I could hear singing (I love birds so much!), then for the trees, then for the fact that I had been given another day of life. Prayed for my boys, had a small spat with hubs (natch), resolved it (after 36 years you don’t give too much weight to these things), had a phone meeting that could have gone off the rails but ended up on a very positive note. Feeling much better. Thank you Jesus. If your Monday started off badly, start with the birds and work your way back to Him.

@mattvanswol @USBornNRaised @CynicalPublius So beautiful! Thanks for sharing!! ❤️

A lot of people don’t know this about me… …but long before I was on X, I was a landscape photographer and got to travel the world taking photos for some amazing companies. I have huge stashes of landscape photos, maybe I should post them. I love seeing them in my timeline ❤️

📸REDWOODS PHOTOGRAPHY BREAK📸 Seeing as Mrs. Dr. Publius is on a redwoods binge, this is one of my favorite shots from our many hikes in California's redwoods forests. This is from Wunderlich County Park, near Woodside, CA, just a few hundred meters from Neil Young's heavily guarded private estate. 😉 Olympus E-P1, Lumix 20mm, f/1.7, 1/60th, ISO 800, handheld.

@Mr_Husky1 I love this so much!!! Cheers to a beautiful life young man!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

'Splitting From The Norm' — my sixteen-year-old little brother just blew my mind with this incredible piece he made for his senior art project. Jake has always been the "difficult" kid in our family, the one who got suspended for arguing with teachers and spent more time in detention than anyone should. Mom was constantly getting calls from school about his attitude or his refusal to follow directions. But apparently, all that rebellious energy found the perfect outlet in woodworking class this semester. He spent three months planning and building this split dresser, working after school every day and refusing to let any of us see it until the big reveal at the school art show last night. When we walked into that gallery and saw this massive, impossible-looking piece of furniture that actually functions perfectly, I literally got chills. Each drawer opens smoothly despite looking like it should topple over, and the craftsmanship is honestly better than furniture I've seen in expensive stores. The best part was watching him explain his technique to visitors, confident and articulate in a way we never see at home. His art teacher told us he's already got colleges interested based on photos of this project, and there's been talk about him potentially selling custom furniture pieces. I've been encouraging him to document his process and maybe start small with some simpler designs online, where there's actually a market for young artists doing unique woodworking. Seeing him find something he's genuinely passionate about and incredibly talented at has been the best surprise of this whole year — turns out our "problem child" was just a creative genius waiting for the right outlet.

@SusieWiles @data_republican God Bless you Susie. Praying for a great team to guide you through your health decisions...surrounded by your beautiful family and friends! Praying for you!! ❤️❤️❤️🙏❤️❤️❤️

Last week, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Nearly one in eight women in the United States will face this diagnosis. Every day, these women continue to raise their families, go to work, and serve their communities with strength and determination. I now join their ranks. I am grateful to have an outstanding team of doctors who detected the cancer early and are guiding my care, and I am encouraged by a very good prognosis. I am also deeply thankful for the support and encouragement of President Trump as I undergo treatment and continue serving in my role as White House Chief of Staff.

@mikejwhelan Praying for you as you find your way through the coming days and nights! She was your partner in life and now your Angel in heaven. God bless you!! ❤️🙏💔

@CrazyVibes_1 Please hug your amazing Dad and tell him we love him!! Your story brought tears to my eyes!! May God wrap His arms around your Dad and comfort him and all of you who love him in the coming days! ❤️🤍💙🙏

My father has cancer. Stage four. The VA said maybe four months. He served three tours in Vietnam and came home to people spitting on him, calling him baby killer, telling him his service meant nothing. He never talked about the war. Never wore his medals. Never went to reunions. Just carried fifty-two years of shame for doing what his country asked him to do. Last month hospice started coming to the house and I realized I had no idea how to honor him, how to tell him his life mattered when he'd spent half a century believing it didn't. So I posted in a quilting group asking if anyone made military quilts, and a woman responded immediately. She'd found me through a shop where she runs a business making Quilts of Valor for dying veterans. She said “I'll start tonight.” She finished it in three weeks, worked around the clock because Dad's time is short. Every star is hand-stitched. Every stripe is perfectly aligned. She shipped it express and included a letter thanking him for his service, telling him that her father died alone believing nobody cared that he'd served. She said “Let your dad know the country was wrong. His service mattered. He matters.” We wrapped him in it yesterday. This photo is him seeing it for the first time. He cried for twenty minutes, kept touching the stars, kept saying “Someone made this for me?” I've started coordinating with other quilters now, connecting dying veterans with makers who can get quilts finished in time. Racing against cancer, against time, against fifty years of men dying before anyone told them thank you. Dad has maybe six weeks now. But he'll leave wrapped in stars. ⭐🇺🇸 By Angela mcnutt

@mikejwhelan God bless you and your sweet Rebecca!! My heart hurts with you!!! Wrapping my arms around you and hugging tight!! May her crossover be peaceful!! I hope you're with those who love you most!!! Hugs ❤️🙏

@KerryGoode I love your stories!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Alright… gather ’round. Let me tell you about the day we finally sold Tanja’s 2007 Mercedes Benz—also known as Silver Storm, The Check Engine Whisperer, and That Car That Refused to Die Out of Pure Spite. This thing had 300,000 miles on it. That’s not a car, that’s a pilgrimage. That car had been to more places than the disciples. It had seen more road than a FedEx truck in December. For ten years I’ve been fighting Tanja tooth and nail to let this jalopy go. Every time it coughed, sneezed, or blinked a warning light, it cost us at least $700. I don’t know who at Mercedes decided that was the minimum offering, but that car stayed tithing off our bank account. When I was diagnosed, we did the responsible, grown-up thing—we cleared all our debt. House? Good. Cars? Paid off. Peace of mind? Temporarily leased. Because let me tell you… owning a luxury car with senior-citizen bones is like adopting a very elegant, very expensive raccoon with allergies. Then came the catalytic converters. Not one. TWO. At $3000 each. Six thousand dollars to fix a car worth less than a good pair of sneakers. The Blue Book value said $900. I said, “Lord… is this a test.” Even my calculator laughed at me. It literally said, “Sir… be serious.” So this weekend, we drove Silver Storm to CarMax like we were dropping off our 19-year-old at college. Tanja was emotional. I was emotional too, but in the way a man gets emotional when he realizes he might finally stop bleeding money. Tanja stood there holding her chest like the car was pledging Alpha Kappa Alpha and moving into the dorms. She was whispering to it, “Call me when you get there.” I’m sitting in my chair thinking, “If she hugs this car one more time, I’m calling a mental institution.” We stood there like proud, broken parents. “She’s five years away from being a classic,” Tanja said. “Her value could go up!” Baby… so could lottery tickets. But here we are. We did it. We let her go. And now comes the part that feels like a plot twist: taking on a car note in the middle of an ALS financial disaster. That’s not budgeting—that’s faith aerobics. That’s trusting God with the kind of confidence only grandmamas and gospel choirs have. But I know the Lord will provide. He always does. Sometimes through miracles. Sometimes through decent interest rates. So to whoever gets Silver Storm next—please love her. Talk to her gently. Keep $700 in your emergency fund at all times. And remember… when she makes a noise that sounds like a blender full of coins, that’s just her saying, “I’m still here, baby.” Right now, though, I gotta go tend to Tanja. Because that woman is somewhere in the house doing the ugly cry—the kind where the shoulders bounce, the breathing gets stuck, and the sound effects come from the soul. Let me go comfort her and tell her Silver Storm is in a better place before she tries to go back to CarMax and file for joint custody. 😅

@KerryGoode X really needs a smiley or laughing icon button!!! This was hilarious 😂!

I cheated on my wife. And I ain’t proud of it. I was lonely, bored, and vulnerable. She’s out in them streets—Target, Costco, the beauty supply store, and somehow still ends up at Chick-fil-A. Meanwhile, I’m home alone with nothing but my thoughts, my trach tube, and a remote control that’s seen more betrayal than Judas. Now before y’all start calling lawyers, pastors, and my mama, let me explain. We had a sacred agreement. A covenant. A Netflix vow. We were watching Homeland together. As in: same couch, same episode, same snacks, same emotional trauma from plot twists. Season 2. But Tanja moves slower than dial-up internet when it comes to finishing a show. If I waited on her, we’d be watching the finale from my casket with a priest saying, “He held out as long as he could.” So yes—I cheated. I binged without her. I went all the way. Season 3, 4, 5… I didn’t even use protection. No headphones. Full volume. I was reckless. When I heard the garage door open and my spirit left my body. I started scrambling to get rid of the evidence like a teenage boy hiding porn. I tried to rewind the episode, switch to ESPN, even pulled up the weather channel like I was checking for storms. But my eyes couldn’t move fast enough. My soul was guilty. My spirit was buffering. She walked in, looked at the screen, and said the words that pierced my heart: “I can’t believe you’re cheating on me.” I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar—and the cookie was halfway gone. “We had a deal!” she shouted. “We were watching it together!” I tried to explain. I tried to cry. I even tried to fake a power outage. But she wasn’t having it. She looked at me like I was the villain in a Tyler Perry movie. “You watched it without me?” she said, voice trembling like a gospel solo. “You watched it… all?” I nodded slowly. “I’m finished.” She gasped. Clutched her pearls. Walked in circles like she was trying to find the exit in her own house. She went through all the stages—denial, anger, bargaining, and then petty revenge. She threatened to start Bridgerton without me. I begged her to go ahead. I confessed everything. Told her I was lonely. That an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. That I was weak. She just stood there looking at me like I had another family in the next room. She didn’t speak to me for two days. But eventually, she forgave me. We started a new show. And this time, I promised to wait. Unless she goes to Costco again. Then all bets are off. If you’ve never cheated on a TV show, you don’t know true temptation. 😅

@Hot_Pepper76 Maybe Jill St. John on the left?

Do you know who these artists are, at least two of them? I can't make out the third person.

@VDHanson Praying for you!!! May God heal your body and ease your pain! Hugs Sir!! ❤️🙏

Notes In Absentia I want again to thank everyone for the wonderful expressions of concern and reassurance that I have received from listeners and readers. In response to inquiries, and some quite detailed questions and advice, here is a brief update concerning my current temporary absence. As I wrote, the removal of a cancerous lung mucinous adenoma carcinoma along with the lower right lung lobe roughly a month ago was successful. But a post-op aneurism /bleed soon developed. That required a quick second reentry operation into the lung to stop the hemorrhaging—adding considerable time under anesthesia and requiring about 5 blood transfusions. As a result, over the last 30 days, I developed low red blood counts, fatigue, and bouts of arterial fibrillation. All that has sort of slowed my recovery. This type of nonsmoker’s lung cancer has a rare genetic/mutation profile. And it seems to recur about 40 percent of the time in the general lung area—even when as in my case the removed and biopsied lymph nodes, along with adjacent vascular/pleural samples, were all negative. And the pre-op PET scan show no signs of malignancy outside the lower right lung lobe. Chemotherapy and immunotherapy are said to be not particularly effective against this rare sort of tumor mutation. But they can offer a 5-10% edge in stopping recurrence. So I’ll do a cost-benefit analysis, depending on how quickly I regain energy, to determine whether to start the preventative drug regimens. The bottom line is that I’m hoping to come back as soon as possible. But I don’t know exactly when I'll be back to near normal. In the meantime, I hope to post things now and then on days when I feel better. Sincerely—and again thanks to everyone! Victor Davis Hanson

@BrandonStraka Congratulations!! ❤️❤️❤️🙏❤️❤️❤️

Today I have been sober for 11 years from all drugs and alcohol. Interestingly, it was Sunday, Jan 18th, 2015 when I took my last drink- and today is the first time in 11 years that 1/18 has fallen back on a Sunday. I’ve stayed sober through massive highs and brutal lows… jail, J6, being targeted and maligned, my brother’s suicide, betrayals, deception, and a nonstop fight for my survival — and for our country. None of you would recognize the person I used to be. If you think you “can’t stop,” let my story be proof that you can. I spent years thinking I couldn’t either… until I did. And almost everything good in my life flows from that choice. 🙏❤️

@2StefanMoore ASHLEY! ♥️🙏 Your beautiful Angel in heaven!!

Today marks 4,765 days since our beloved 13 year old daughter passed away after courageously battling #BrainCancer. 💔 Nothing would fill our hearts with greater happiness than to see her beautiful name written 4,765 times in the comments, one for every day we’ve longed for her presence. For parents who have lost a Child, simply seeing or hearing their name is one of the most precious gifts, a way to keep their memory & spirit shining brightly. ❤️ A repost & follow would touch us deeply, helping to honor & preserve our sweet Ashley’s legacy forever. 💜 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓎 💜

@mattvanswol OMG...Your sweet baby Winston!!! 😭😭😭 My heart hurts with you...I am so sorry!!! Prayers & Hugs!! 💔🙏

Wasn’t expecting the pure outpouring of love from so many people in response to this post. Means the world. Thank you, here’s a photo from the day I adopted Winston, 10 years ago ❤️

Struggling to not cry while writing this. Sadly, our 10 year old Golden Retriever, Winston, has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of bone cancer. It is not survivable. I got Winston at the lowest point in my life, and in so many ways, he saved me. I was an alcoholic, single, so so depressed. I was a bitter, angry, selfish person. ...and I knew it So upon recommendation of a friend, I got Winston. And he changed my fucking life. I learned structure. I learned how to talk to strangers. I went outside every day on runs and walks. He gave me the discipline to wake up early. He gave me a reason to not stay out late. I learned that doing the right thing daily is what changes you, slowly. And because Winston needed me, I started becoming someone worth needing. But then, he didn't just become my dog. He became my wife's dog. My kid's dog. And he loved them with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what it means to watch a dog learn to love your kids as much as you do. He's the greeter. He's my shadow. A peacekeeper. The one constant, no matter what kind of day we’ve had. I'm gonna miss you so much.

Zac Taylor is the best head coach in the AFC North.