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The First Annual Joe Biden Bike Race (Equally applies to anything he tries!)

🚨 Tweet #16: Special Counsel John Durham spent four years investigating what happened to American elections. His final report was delivered to Congress in May 2023. Inside that report was a criminal referral. Not to the Department of Justice. Not to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. To the Department of Defense Inspector General. The internal watchdog of the entire United States military. The referral identified one specific matter: "One matter involving the execution of a contract between the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency and the Georgia Institute of Technology." One sentence. In a Special Counsel report to the United States Congress. Durham had reviewed the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency contract with Georgia Tech and found something significant enough to send to the Department of Defense's own internal investigator for potential criminal review. Not a footnote. Not a passing mention. A formal referral. Now look at what you have seen in this thread about that exact contract: A Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency planning document targeting voting machine manufacturers eight months before the election. The Pythia surveillance weapon deployed inside the Department of Homeland Security before the election. Active reconnaissance jobs running against Dominion Voting network infrastructure thirteen days before the election. Egress points found in Dominion Voting network data. United States Army soldiers trained on the surveillance weapon at Georgia Tech's campus. Central Command military network data handed to a civilian university professor for analysis. Russian and Iranian command and control confirmed in election related state and local government networks. A Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency employee writing "I know who to talk to if we find anything." And the man who found egress points in Dominion Voting data named to Georgia's official election security task force on the very same day. Durham saw enough in that contract to make a criminal referral to the Department of Defense Inspector General. Here is what happened next: Nothing. -No findings were announced. -No charges were filed. -No public report was released. -The referral was received. -Then it vanished. The Department of Defense Inspector General has never publicly addressed it. The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency has never publicly addressed it. Nor Georgia Tech, and Congress never held a single public hearing about it. Think about what that means. The top prosecutor in America found something troubling enough in a Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency contract with a university to formally refer it for potential criminal investigation. And every single institution that received that referral went silent. Durham found it. The Department of Defense Inspector General received it. Washington buried it. There is only one question left. Who had the power to make a Special Counsel criminal referral disappear - and why did they use it? Emails obtained by Patriot @TheAndersPaul

@johnkonrad @dandcaldwell @michaelgwaltz This wasn't and isn't a war. It was a strike, one that ended any possibility of war.

Didn’t your guy get elected promising the end of war… only to extend it 8 full years? Listen, I get it Ben. I was deeply disappointed that the loudest anti-war friends were either pulled (@dandcaldwell) from the administration or moved (@michaelgwaltz) Personally I’m on the record calling for @CENTCOM to be disbanded and bulldozed into the Gulf Of America I’m not at all thrilled that Robert Gabriel ejected all uniformed personnel from the NSC (and closed the shipbuilding office!) I fought tooth and nail for the appointment of @USWPColby and his plans to pivot away from the middle east The only thing I’m more sick and tired of than republican neocons with tunnel vision on the Middle East is neodems with tunnel vision on the Middle East like YOU But I was also against Operation Midnight Hammer and a military operation in Venezuela and skeptical that peace in Israel could be achieved…. Not to mention other military decisions like letting Canada remain in NORAD. But, he’s the thing, even you have to admit these operations have gone better than anyone expected. Maybe, just maybe, we give Trump and @SecWar the benefit of the doubt for a few days?? But that’s just me. I’m not a “whiz kid” or “the smartest guy in the room™️.” I don’t have White House experience like yoy. I didn’t spend eight years washing American blood from my hands.

@patriot_savvy My gosh. God bless you. Take care of yourself. Prayers! 🙏🏻

Video update for y’all.

Oh she is using Minnesota gov tools and databases that read plates to ID LEO? RICO @DOJCrimDiv

@HyltonRobin Thank you,Robin. Happy Thanksgiving!

@DonGP4037 Hey Don! 🙋🏼‍♀️ We sure do miss you my friend! Hope you are doing well! Happy Thanksgiving to you! 🦃

@EricLDaugh The amount of fraud in MN is absolutely outrageous! And the only thing Tim Walz is doing is putting tampons in boys bathrooms.

Week of November 10, 1775: **In Philadelphia, delegates establish the Continental Marines. **In Quebec, with Montgomery advancing, the British retreat from Montreal. **In Cambridge, Washington orders Knox to commence the most challenging Continental Army mission to date.

For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak. Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality. We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear. His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either: • Die shortly after birth, or • Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible. We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go. Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart. Then came July 8th. Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven. I don’t have words for that kind of pain. And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying. A strong, loud, defiant cry. The most beautiful sound I have ever heard. He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live. He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise? He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his. The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same: “Miracle.” “Divine intervention.” They said it. Not us. We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one. I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him. To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves. Prayer is real. God is real. And miracles… they still happen. With a full and grateful heart, —Nick

Julie Adams is the lone GOP Member of the Fulton County GA (Atlanta) election board - she asked the BIG Question on Friday: “Do we still have the 2020 ballots? Where are they?” Chairman says “don’t answer that!” But Julie got the answer: Yes! The ballots are preserved and are in the court clerks custody and control! @EIwatchdogs @EdMartinDOJ @Election_Adv @gc22gc

We did not come this far to surrender the moment to a 27-year-old "fan" of Stalin or a callow Intifada-loving politico. But here we are. Two thoughts: **This crisis is deeper than a couple people; it is a leadership crisis. **Never dismiss providence at work (Isaiah 45:7).

Apparently people forget the definition of the word sojourn. It's used all the time in the Bible when speaking about travelers going to foreign land. The end result being that these travelers go back home. The Bible does not have kind things to say about cities without walls.

Joseph of Arimathea took down a corpse. Hands still sticky with blood. Skin already cold. Touched death. Held it. Wrapped it. Became ceremonially unclean for Passover. For a dead man. Here's what most Christians miss about the burial of Jesus: Joseph was a wealthy man. A member of the Sanhedrin. A respected Jew. And Passover was 3 hours away. The holiest day of the year. But he climbed Golgotha anyway. Jewish law was clear: Touch a dead body = unclean for 7 days. Can't worship. Can't celebrate. Can't enter the temple. Joseph knew this. He'd spent his entire life following these laws. But Jesus was still hanging on that cross. Picture it: The crowds are gone. The soldiers drunk. The women weeping. Joseph approaches Pilate—the man who just murdered his Lord—and asks permission. "Can I have the body?" Pilate grants it. Now Joseph has to actually DO it. He walks to Golgotha. Blood-soaked dirt. The smell of death. Three crosses against the sky. Jesus in the middle. Still. Finally still. Joseph climbs the ladder. Grabs the first nail. Pulls. Feel the weight of that moment. God's body in your arms. The blood isn't dry yet. It stains his expensive robes. His hands. Under his fingernails. He can taste the iron in the air. This is what obedience looks like. Messy. Expensive. Permanent. Nicodemus shows up. Another secret disciple. Another Sanhedrin member. He brings 75 pounds of myrrh and aloes. That's about $150,000 worth of burial spices in today's money. Two wealthy men. Two cowards until now. Finally brave when it's already too late. They work fast. Sabbath is coming. They have maybe 3 hours. Wrap the body. Pour the spices. Seal the tomb. The sun is setting. Joseph is now officially unclean. Can't celebrate Passover tomorrow. Can't enter the temple for a week. Think about what he just gave up: His ceremonial purity. His Passover celebration. His reputation (everyone saw him bury a "blasphemer"). His position (the Sanhedrin won't forget this). His safety (Romans might come for disciples next). All for a dead man. But here's what most Christians miss: Joseph didn't do this expecting resurrection. He did it expecting NOTHING. Jesus was dead. Gone. Finished. This wasn't faith in resurrection. This was love for a corpse. That's the part that wrecks me. Joseph touched death—literally—knowing it meant giving up everything. Not because Jesus promised him anything. But because Jesus deserved honor even in death. Modern Christianity wants clean obedience. Safe obedience. Obedience that doesn't cost you Passover. But Joseph shows us something different: True discipleship gets your hands dirty. You want to follow Jesus? Then stop avoiding the messy parts. Stop waiting for clean opportunities. Stop demanding that obedience be convenient. Joseph climbed Golgotha when everyone else went home. He wrapped a corpse when he could've stayed clean. He missed the holiest day of his life to honor a dead "criminal." He risked everything when there was no visible reward. That's not religion. That's worship. The twist? Three days later, that tomb was empty. Joseph gave his grave to Jesus. Jesus left it empty. Forever. Joseph thought he was burying God. He was actually setting the stage for resurrection. Your messy obedience? God's using it too. Even when you can't see it. So here's the question: What are you avoiding because it's too messy? What obedience are you postponing because it's inconvenient? What grave are you unwilling to give? Joseph of Arimathea held death in his arms. Got blood on his hands. Missed Passover. Lost his reputation. And earned his name in all four Gospels. Religion says "stay clean." Discipleship says "get dirty." Joseph chose discipleship. What are you choosing? —TBM

Week of October 20, 1775: **In Philadelphia, while dining with Jefferson, Peyton Randolph suffers a fatal stroke. **In Maine, Arnold's invasion of Quebec suffers a major setback as nearly half his troops turn back. **In London, George III says the revolution must be crushed.

Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14

Pray with me October 19, 2025 Lord Jesus, You are the King above every king, the Lord above every voice that dares to rise against You. In a world shouting “no kings,” we kneel before You, knowing there is no freedom without Your rule, no peace without Your presence, no truth apart from Your word. Forgive us, Lord, for the arrogance of hearts that want a crown without a cross, freedom without surrender, and power without purpose. Remind us that rebellion against You only leads to slavery and sin. We pray for a generation that has forgotten You. Open their eyes to see. Soften hearts that have been hardened by pride, and let Your Spirit awaken reverence, repentance, and awe once again. Reign in us, Jesus. Rule in our homes, our nation, and our hearts. Let Your kingdom come, and let every false crown fall before the power of Your name. For Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen

This extrapolates deportations to date through Trump's departure, leaving ≈10M still here then. But it also assumes the accuracy of estimates on the number of illegals: @FAIRImmigration says 18.6M. @Heritage says 15.9M. @CIS_org says 14.2M. All seem underestimated, no?

@MilitaryCooI @JohnsonJlyn 🇺🇲🇺🇲 Slow Hand Salute! 🫡

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty, Private First Class. Johnson served as a reconnaissance scout with Company A during Operation Rock. While manning an observation post on Hill 146, his patrol was attacked by a platoon-size enemy force. When a grenade landed in his fighting hole, Private First Class Johnson shouted a warning and threw himself on it, absorbing the blast and sacrificing his life to save a fellow Marine. His heroic actions prevented enemy advancement and reflect the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and U.S. Naval Service.

In 1943, Samuel Newton Johns, my grandfather and a U.S. Army captain from Tamaqua, PA, led his tank destroyer battalion in the Battle of Kasserine Pass. FDR later awarded him the Distinguished Service Cross: valor.militarytimes.com/hero/31512/ These Young Republicans need to study up.

Week of October 13, 1775: **In Philadelphia, Congress narrowly approves a proposal establishing the Continental Navy. **In Maine, the British burn Portland to the ground in retaliation for patriot resistance. **In New York City, patriots seize governing control of the city.