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@TonemanLives Ahh yes, the same Rand Paul who was going after Fauci suddenly put the breaks on. Why, because as you stated, money is the root of all evil. All those who turned on Trump will not have a happy ending, which they all deserve. They're being voted out 1 by 1. No worries, he's next.

Senator Rand Paul. Once a Trump confidant who actually was part of the Trump inner circle. A man who was invited to golf with Trump, break bread with Trump. Paul couldn’t gloat enough on the great job Trump was doing. That was then. Today there’s a different Rand Paul. A Rand Paul who no longer has any good words to say about our President. A man who condemned blowing up the narco boats. A man who was against our flawless mission to remove the murderous dictator, Maduro. A man who is actually against everything Trump now does So what changed? Did Paul wake up one day and get an epiphany? Did Paul suddenly change his beliefs? If you listen to the reports that are circulating, if they are true and verified, Paul got paid. They allege Paul was receiving seven figure amounts from Maduro and Venezuela to do everything in his power to stop the United States from pursuing the evil regime. According to whistleblowers again, allegedly, Paul was accepting bribes in return for him putting an end to everything Trump had been doing in that region. Now I know Paul had an impeccable record, but the timing of his entire about face on the entire Trump administration is beyond bazaar. This guy was all in for Trump one day and the next he is totally against him. So what changed? Coincidence? Where I’m from there are no coincidences. They say the love of money is the root of all evil. Did Rand Paul join the list of corrupt politicians and find his new love in the sum of millions? This is a very intriguing story that definitely needs to be verified but if these allegations are true, then that explains it all. That explains his traitorous behavior. It wouldn’t be the first time and it sure won’t be the last time a good man or woman didn’t fall to the temptation of the ole mighty dollar. Integrity and honor is what makes a great person. Staying on the side of good is perhaps one of the hardest things to do when buckets of money are thrown your way. Those who have the strength and courage to choose integrity over selling out for wealth? Those morals exemplifies strength. It takes special people that have the strength and courage to put their faith in God, and put country first. Those are the true American heroes. Those are the people we want running our government. We finally found a President who can’t be bought and look at the results! Now is this man can get a supporting cast with the same integrity he has, this government would be impenetrable. This country would be unstoppable. That might be Trump’s toughest job of all. Finding those who can resist the temptation of the mighty dollar, who would rather die than selling out our country and the people within all for ill gotten wealth. Does honor and integrity even exist anymore in DC? What happened to love thy country? What happened to faith in God? How can you fix a country when those who took an oath to protect it are all bought and paid for to destroy it? You start by cleaning house. You start by primarying each and every one and so far we are off to a good start. This is only the beginning My two cents

Dear Democrats, Stop telling us what Americans want. We already voted for what we want. Now let him do his job.. THANK YOU! 🇺🇸😜👍

All of the George Floyd statues should be torn down and replaced with Charlie Kirk statues!

Tulsi Gabbard has now confirmed that Biden wasn't calling the shots & neither was Kamala Harris Signing documents with an AUTOPEN while running the country into the ground Unelected insiders pulling the strings the whole time. Treason…..

✝️ R.I.P. Veteran Kerry Sheron. 🙏🇺🇸🫡 Kerry Sheron was 69 years old and he owned the “Trump House”in California. He loved GOD and AMERICA. Kerry has passed away after being viciously attacked by a democrat Thomas Butler who hates President Trump. The mainstream media should be all over this! Demand DEATH PENALTY for the killer Thomas Butler for taking innocent American Veteran life!!

Barbara Walters writes: Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms. Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during the Vietnam War. The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat. In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho LoPrison, the "Hanoi Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American "peace activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away. During the subsequent beating, he fell forward onto the camp commandant 's feet, which sent that officer berserk. In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision (which permanently ended his flying career) from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton. From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the 47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the "Hanoi Hilton". . . The first three of which his family only knew he was "missing in action." His wife lived on faith that he was still alive. His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a "peace delegation" visit. They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful for the humane treatment from your benevolent captors?" Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat. . . At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs, she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper... Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day. I was a civilian economic development adviser in Vietnam, and was captured by the North Vietnamese communists in South Vietnam in 1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years. I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a 'black box' in Hanoi. My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Banme Thuot, South Vietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border. At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs. (My normal weight is 170 lbs.) We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POWs received. . . and how different it was from the treatment purported by the North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as "humane and lenient." Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretched with a large steel weight placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane. I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me. These first-hand experiences do not exemplify someone who should be honored as part of "100 Years of Great Women." Lest we forget. . . "100 Years of Great Women" should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots. There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation in blatant treason, is one of them. Please take the time to forward to as many people as you possibly can. It will eventually end up on her computer, and she needs to know that we will never forget. See less

@KimKatieUSA @AirForceDad50 @SecMullinDHS Pull out the fire engines and hose them away!

Hey @SecMullinDHS, it’s time to grow a spine. You’ve been watching these commie riots outside ICE facilities for days while they openly impede, obstruct, and attack federal agents. Enough is enough. Tear gas the rioters. Clear the area. Arrest every single one breaking federal law. Stop worrying about headlines and start doing your damn job.

So, so sad. The POS who did this should be hung.

Lmao...I'm deceased. 💀

She called DOORDASH... 😂

Memorial Weekend 2026 🇺🇸 🫡 This is such a poignant and respectful remembrance for all 9,387 US soldiers who paid the ultimate price for our freedom on D-Day in Normandy. French caretakers’ tradition of taking sand from Omaha Beach and scrubbing it into the letters of the tombstones makes the names more visible and gives them a golden appearance.

@paratroopbrady Thank you Brady

Memorial Day is for the ones who never made it back home. Paratroopers with Task Force Fury 2007-2010, Afghanistan. See you all in Valhalla. "Paratroopers never die. They just slip away."

@Eman_8282 @UnderhillVicky Been there, done that. Would do it again if she were still here....

June 16, 2024. Texas. A 12-year-old girl is alive in the morning. By the next morning, she is dead in a creek. A woman on her way to work finds her. Under a bridge. Her hands tied. Her feet tied. She had been strangled. She was twelve. Two men had taken her under that bridge. Both were grown men. Both were from another country. And here is the part this country could not forgive. Neither one of them was supposed to be here. One crossed the border illegally. Border Patrol caught him. Released him the same day. The other crossed the border illegally. Border Patrol caught him too. Released him too. Caught. And released. Caught. And released. It gets worse. One of the two men was wearing a government ankle monitor the night she died. A GPS tracker. On his leg. The government could see exactly where he was. And a 12-year-old girl died anyway. After she was killed, the court set their bond. Ten million dollars. Each. Ten. Million. Dollars. That is the number the system reached for after she was already gone. Not before. After. Her mother could have disappeared into her grief. No one on earth would have blamed her. Instead she walked into the United States Congress and sat down in front of lawmakers. A mother. Testifying about her murdered daughter. So that the next little girl might live. They wrote a bill. It would force the government to actually hold people instead of releasing them with a tracker and a court date. It was introduced in 2024. It died. It was introduced again in 2025. It is still sitting in committee. It has not passed. Read that again. It has not passed. She should be starting high school this year. She should be arguing with her mom about her phone. She should be alive. A border that did its job would have saved her. Two men were caught. Two men were released. One of them was wearing a government tracker. And a 12-year-old girl paid for all of it. She was twelve years old. Don't let this country forget what happened to her. And God bless every parent still fighting to make sure it never happens again.

@TheLtColUSMC @JessieJaneDuff God bless them.

Iwo Jima veterans Billy Byrd (100) and Don Graves (101) flew to Washington, D.C., where they will serve as Honorary Grand Marshals for the National Memorial Day Parade. 🇺🇸 The first thing they did when they saw each other? Started talking trash. Some things never change. 🤣

Ruth Coker Burks was 25 years old when she was visiting a friend and noticed something that made the hospital staff stop cold: a red biohazard bag hanging on a patient’s door. She watched the nurses gather in the hallway, drawing straws to decide who would have to go inside. Ruth had a gay cousin. She knew what that red bag meant in 1984. AIDS. The disease that was killing thousands, turning families away from their own and filling hospitals with fear. A diagnosis that often meant a person would die alone. Ruth did not wait for the straws to decide. She opened the door and walked in. Inside was a young man, maybe 80 pounds, reduced to bone and barely conscious. He was dying in pain. Terrified. And he kept whispering one word again and again: “Mama.” Ruth went back to the nurses in the hallway. “Call his mother,” she said. They actually laughed. “Honey, we’ve been calling for six weeks. She’s not coming. Nobody’s coming.” Ruth made them give her the number anyway. She tried one last time. The mother’s answer was cold and final. Her son was sinful. He was already dead to her. She would not come to watch him die. So Ruth returned to that room. She took his hand. And she stayed. For thirteen hours, she held the hand of a dying stranger, promising him he would not leave this world alone. When he died, his family refused to claim his body. Ruth decided right then that she would bury him herself. She owned plots in her family cemetery, Files Cemetery in Hot Springs, where her father and grandparents were buried. “No one wanted him,” she later said. “I promised I’d take him somewhere beautiful, where my family would watch over him.” The closest funeral home willing to handle an AIDS death was seventy miles away. Ruth paid for it herself. A local potter donated a chipped cookie jar to use as an urn. Ruth used posthole diggers, the kind farmers use to build fences, and dug the grave with her own hands. She buried him and spoke kind words over the soil, because no minister would come to pray over a man who had died of AIDS. Ruth thought that would be the end. It was only the beginning. Word spread through the quiet, desperate networks across Arkansas: there is a woman in Hot Springs who is not afraid. There is a woman who will sit beside you when you are dying. There is a woman who will make sure you are buried with dignity when your own family will not claim you. They began to come. Dying young men from rural hospitals across the state, abandoned by the people who were supposed to love them most. Ruth became everything for them. Over the next decade, Ruth Coker Burks personally cared for more than 1,000 people dying of AIDS, mostly young men rejected by their families the moment their diagnosis became a death sentence. She buried forty of them with her own hands in Files Cemetery. Her young daughter would come with her, carrying a small spade while Ruth worked with the posthole diggers. They held their own funerals because still, no one else would speak over those graves. Of the 1,000 people Ruth cared for, only a small number of families did not abandon their dying children. Ruth would call parents. She would beg them to come say goodbye. To claim their child’s body. To attend the funeral. Most refused. “Who knew there’d come a time,” Ruth said years later, “when parents didn’t want to bury their own children?” But while Ruth saw the worst of humanity, families turning away, churches closing their doors, entire communities ruled by fear, she also saw the best of it. She saw gay men care for their dying partners with a devotion that broke every cruel stereotype. “I watched these men take care of their companions and watch them die,” she said. “You tell me that’s not love.” And she saw how a frightened community protected its own, and protected her too. “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money,” Ruth remembered. “That’s how we bought medicine. That’s how we paid rent for people who couldn’t work anymore. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done.” The drag queens raised money. The gay community stood around the dying. Ruth kept digging graves and holding hands, making sure no one died believing they were worthless or forgotten. By the mid-1990s, new treatments finally appeared. Awareness slowly grew. AIDS began to move, painfully and gradually, from a certain death sentence to a condition that could be managed. Ruth’s urgent work became less desperate. And then, like so many heroes of the AIDS crisis, Ruth Coker Burks faded from public memory. Her story became whispered history, remembered mostly by those she had served and by those who knew what Arkansas, and America, had been like when dying of AIDS often meant dying abandoned and alone. But Ruth never forgot. She never forgot the forty graves in Files Cemetery. The cookie jars and ceramic urns holding ashes. The promises she had made that these men would be remembered. That they mattered. For years, she dreamed of a memorial. Something permanent that would say: this happened. These people lived. They deserved dignity. They received it. Through crowdfunding, that memorial is finally being built. Ruth wants it to say: “This is what happened. In 1984, it started. They kept coming. And they knew they would be remembered, loved, and cared for, that someone would say a kind word when they died.” Ruth Coker Burks is now in her sixties. In 2019, she wrote a memoir called All the Young Men because she needed people to understand what happened in Arkansas. What happened across America. What happens when fear convinces people to abandon their own children. And what happens when one person refuses to walk past a door everyone else is too afraid to open. She did not have medical training. She did not have institutional support. She did not have money, resources, or a team behind her. She had compassion. Courage. Posthole diggers. And a family cemetery with space for people who had nowhere else to go. That was enough to make sure 1,000 people did not die believing they were disposable. That was enough to turn forty graves into sacred ground. That was enough to prove that sometimes love is as simple as refusing to let another human being die alone. The next time someone says one person cannot make a difference, remember Ruth Coker Burks. Remember the red biohazard bag on the door that made trained nurses draw straws. Remember the thirteen hours she stayed with a stranger calling for his mama. Remember the forty graves she dug with posthole diggers meant for building fences. Remember the drag queens who raised money every Saturday night so Ruth could buy medicine. Remember the young daughter with a small spade, learning that love means showing up when everyone else walks away. Remember that sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is simply refuse to let another human being die alone and forgotten. Ruth Coker Burks saw a red biohazard bag in 1984. The nurses drew straws. She walked through that door anyway. And 1,000 lives, and an entire community, were changed forever because of it.

@EricLDaugh @docmurdock All with masks to hide behind. Arrest them all! Enough of their BS, all because they're brainwashed by fake news and the democRAT party!

🚨 WOW! ICE agents just STORMED and pummeled leftists trying to block vehicles at Delaney Hall in New Jersey this morning They're not holding back at all 🔥 ICE is done playing games with the left!

This is why we honor our fallen heroes and their families on Memorial Day 🇺🇸🙏🏼 They paid the highest price for you and your freedom

THE FIVE SENATORS WHO STEP UP TO VACATE JOHN THUNE WILL NOT BE PRIMARIED.......BUT I believe every single Senator who isn't trying to take Thune out of Leadership loudly should be primaried in their next election by an America First candidate. We don't really care what the Senators think should be done for their personal agenda - They are supposed to be doing what WE tell them to do. The polls are clear that at least 80% of the American people want 'The Save America Act' passed. Thune is obviously obstructing President Trump so that he can't accomplish what we all voted for. Talk will not be enough this time Senators - You will be primaried if you don't do what we voted for. It's past time to clean house at the Senate - We need to start over with politicians who have not had time to be corrupted. Thune and his useful tools in the Senate are not just hurting President Trump - Thune is going against the will of 'We, the People' and we are furious to say the least.

This will be a HUGE f*ck you to them on her exit as DNI.