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Ephesians 6:16 - "In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one."

@ZiaErica It’s a little darker than he usually prefers it.

I just want to thank Elon for buying this app. Captions.....go.

@DrunkRepub @JackPosobiec Wait, the Army has “moving scholarships” ?

“I’m a God-fearin’, gun-totin’ Texan who chews tobacco and works in the oil fields. And I’m the proud to be voting for James Talarico! PS - how about them Houston Oilers?”

@chrisdean129 The arms! How does AI even miss the arms?

Alton Towers today

@k_ovfefe2 @ScottPresler That state is a hot mess.

Next target for @ScottPresler

@RealJamesWoods Limbaugh suggested liberal museums as a reminder back in the day. That was before the Dems went full on Nicolai Ceaușescu. Firing squad seems appropriate to me.

I mean, we need SOME Democrats around to make fun of, so no.

@Polymarket Isn’t that what a tapeworm would say to its host?

JUST IN: Prime Minister Carney says Alberta is “essential” to Canada as the province moves toward a vote on separation.

Is it time?

@BillMelugin_ @k_ovfefe2 @FoxNews Has anyone checked Canada? They’d welcome him with open arms.

BREAKING: DOJ tells @FoxNews that 32-year-old Muhammad Abdulqadir Omar, the accused Minnesota fraudster seen on video jumping off a fourth story balcony and fleeing from federal agents, is wanted for $3.3 million in Medicaid fraud and is still on the run. Photo of vehicle he is believed to be driving as well. Per DOJ: "Muhammad Abdulqadir Omar, 32, was charged by indictment with one count of conspiracy to commit health care fraud and four counts of health care fraud in connection with a scheme to submit $3.3 million in fraudulent claims to the Housing Stabilization Services (HSS) Program of Minnesota Medicaid, of which approximately $3.2 million was paid. As alleged in the indictment, Omar co-owned and operated North Home Health Care LLC (NHHC) and Omar individually owned South Home Health Care LLC (SHHC). Omar, through NHHC and SHHC, submitted claims to the HSS Program for services that they did not provide and for more services than were actually provided to Medicaid recipients. Omar then created records falsifying the services that they claimed to have provided to Medicaid recipients and provided those records to insurers to justify their fraudulent claims."

@k_ovfefe2 Barney is rabbit hole no one needs to explore. It’s best to stick with that post. Trust me.

I keep seeing headlines about Barney Frank dying and I realized that everything I know about him is contained in this one tweet

@JackPosobiec It’s 🦏 season.

What is your take on tonight’s results?

@LibertyCappy Quality of our food in both grocery stores and restaurants especially meat products.

Good movies. What else?

@ZitoSalena @JackPosobiec Massie is swamp rat to his core and a swamp must swamp rat. Please KY do us all a favor and don’t vote for Massie.

Kentucky election day shenanigans; Massie campaign sends out to KY 4 voters via text a 2022 Trump statement making it look like the president supports Massie today where he clearly supports Gallrein Text ends with "Paid for by Thomas Massie for Congress Reply STOP to opt-out"

@Polymarket Imagine the mark a bird that big will leave on your car.

NEW: Colossal Biosciences hatches chicks from artificial eggs in a major step toward reviving the extinct 12-foot tall moa bird.

@mazemoore Still waiting on the NYT to acknowledge the holocaust. We’re coming up on a century for that oversight.

July 17, 1969. One day after the Apollo 11 launch, The NY Times issued a correction for a 1920 editorial that mockingly dismissed the idea that a rocket could be successfully launched into space. Better late than never I guess. 😂

@sasha_monet41 @pattyradio93 Congress was never meant to be a full time job. Congress members were supposed to have actual real life jobs, live on the wages from real jobs and live amongst the people they allegedly represent.

If Congress Members are in need of money. Why are so many of them millionaires and why do they stay until they are zombies? Do you think they need a raise or to continue Insider Trading? They need a pay cut, they work about 5 months a year.

@GregoryKBovino Thank you for every minute of it. The ignored voters (with common sense) appreciate you.

Trained to protect your ass, not kiss it. That’s not a bumper sticker., folks. That’s the job description Border Patrol has lived for 102 years. While the politicians were out there kissing every ass that would get them a camera angle, we at the Green Team watched the needless atrocities up close.  American families destroyed, kids hooked on cartel fentanyl, communities turned into war zones, all of which were completely preventable. My views aren’t “extreme.” They’re the only ones, by God, forged in reality instead of feelings. Secure the border. Enforce the laws. Demand assimilation. Demand mass deportations. Not because I hate anyone, but because protecting your ass (and your kids’ and your neighbors’) is literally the kindest, smartest thing we can do. Fake compassion gets people killed. Tough love keeps them alive. You already know which one actually works. Who’s tired of the ass-kissing? Drop a 🔥 if you’re ready for real protection.

Destroying prime farmland with these atrocities is absurd. The groups behind these data centers want to destroy the very land that produces our food. There are empty office high rises in every major city. Why can’t these existing structures be modified to hold data centers?

This is the best campaign ad I think I’ve ever seen!

@KatTimpf Dear Kat, It breaks my heart to find out that you are once again facing a terrible loss. My prayers are with you and your family. I know that you probably don’t feel it right now, but your super power is your strength. You teach all of us how to keep getting back up.

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

@PlanetOfMemes The rinse aid will be the condiment.

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