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“AMERICA DOESN’T SURVIVE WITHOUT GOD.” 🇺🇸🙏 @CardinalDolan says the strength of this nation has always come from faith, family, prayer, freedom, and virtue — reminding Americans that before we are citizens of any country, we are children of God.

@RealAmVoice @CardinalDolan Excellent

@RealHickory @thewriterme Marvelous ❤️🇬🇧❤️🇺🇸❤️

What a thread!👇

Here's the thing nobody mentions about seed oils. You stop eating them tomorrow. Brilliant. You've done the work. You've thrown out the rapeseed oil, you've stopped ordering the chips, you've made peace with the awkward conversation at the restaurant. You're not out of the woods. Linoleic acid has a half-life in your fat tissue of approximately 680 days. Not 680 hours. Not 680 minutes. Days. Roughly two years for half of what you've already stored to be metabolised out. In the meantime, it sits there. In adipose tissue. In the phospholipid bilayer of every cell membrane you own. In the cardiolipin of your mitochondria, the membrane your energy production depends on. Sitting. Waiting. Polyunsaturated fats have two or more double bonds. Double bonds are weak points. Weak points oxidise. When they oxidise, they produce 4-hydroxynonenal and a small library of related aldehydes that adduct to proteins, damage DNA, and trigger the inflammatory cascade your body spends most of its energy trying to suppress. The fat in your love handles is not inert. It is a slow-burning fuse made of stored seed oil from every chip shop dinner and supermarket dressing of the last decade, waiting for the next oxidative spark to set it off. The spark is a virus. A drink. A bad night's sleep. A workout. A stressful Tuesday. Adipose linoleic acid in the average modern person has increased 136% over the last fifty years. You are walking around with kindling under your skin. Quitting the oils is the start, not the finish. It is a two-year project of letting your body slowly metabolise out a decade of stored damage, replacing fragile membranes with stable ones, and rebuilding the tissue you live in from a different substance. You begin today. You finish in 2028.

@SamaHoole Holy cow.. glad I started now! I was wondering how I could weigh so little and feel so much fat on me. Two years wow I’m flabbergasted.🤯

@laralogan Praise God for Heroes like you Tommy

Standing with you Tommy.

@TRobinsonNewEra @AmyMek Absolutely

OUR MESSAGE TO NIGERIAN CHRISTIANS While others ignore you, or avoid you and your plight, the patriotic men and women of the United Kingdom of Great Britain will not. Know that we care, know that we do not forget, ignore, or avoid. You are our brothers and sisters in Christ. #StopChristianGenocide

@KTHopkins ❤️🇬🇧❤️🇺🇸❤️

The Will of the People is rising And Keir Starmer is afraid Arm in arm, together, we will RESTORE our good people to their rightful place. FIRST On your knees, Starmer. (It’s a position you are familiar with…I am certain) God bless the Great British people #UnitetheKingdom

@LozzaFox ❤️

You are not “far right” for wanting to preserve your culture. You are not “far right” for wanting to protect your children. You are not “far right” for wanting a better future for your family. You are not “far right” for being proud of your country. You are just RIGHT.

@MAGAVoice ❤️🇬🇧❤️🇺🇸❤️

Raise your hand if you stand with British Patriots

@MissB53 So well said!

One of the most emotional chapters for me to write in my book was the chapter about walking. Because when I started, I wasn’t fit. I wasn’t athletic. I was over 330 pounds and using walking sticks just trying to survive a mile. I think people underestimate how humiliating and painful obesity can become physically, mentally, and emotionally. But healing didn’t start with perfection. It started with one walk. One plate. One decision at a time. That chapter means a lot to me because I know there are women out there right now who feel hopeless the same way I did. If you’d like to read This Is Not About Weight Loss, it’s linked in my bio. 👑

@HighCalHuman I see a definite improvement for the better 👍

WEIGH-IN TIME!!! #motivation #journey

@SamaHoole My goodness that is a brilliant account of a day with Doris

The Guardian has, this morning, run a 2,400-word front-page piece arguing that British hill flocks are "sheep-wrecking" the uplands. The accused is a six-year-old Texel ewe named Doris, who has, by her own internal accounting, no idea what a Guardian is. 6.15am. Doris ate grass. The grass, in her absence, would have grown to knee height by August, the bracken would have moved in, and the open fell that 22 million annual Lake District visitors come specifically to see would, by every continental study, be closed scrub within a generation. 6.50am. Doris nibbled the corner of a yellow rattle plant she has, by long preference, classified as "the one to the left of the rock." The rattle to the right of the rock is, by her assessment, not yet ready. 7.40am. Doris walked her line to the wall. The line is the path on page 4 of the Lake District tourist brochure. The photographer did not know it was the working route of one extremely small sheep. 9.00am. Doris adjusted her route, as she has every spring for four years, to avoid the lapwing nest. She did this without being asked. The lapwing is, in any case, on the cover of the RSPB calendar this year. 10.30am. Doris paused to scratch her ear with her hind leg. The manoeuvre took several attempts. 11.30am. A walker photographed Doris in profile against the lower ridge. Doris was looking into the wind with the patient expression of a sheep who considers it her best angle. The Instagram caption will praise the landscape Doris maintains. 2.00pm. Doris stared, with quiet intensity, at a butterfly. The butterfly left. Doris won. The cottages, the calendars, the postcards, the brochures, the songs, the paintings, the 22 million visitors a year: none of it is a landscape that exists by accident. It is a landscape that exists because Doris, and 750,000 hefted sheep like her, are still on it. The fell is Britain. Doris is the fell. Doris, in summary, is Britain. The article is not.

@jthecarnivore Did you get to the shore if you did what beach do you go to asking cause I’m nosy

First things first. A haircut 💇 Then we we go meat 🥩 hunting and maybe the Jersey Shore beach 🏖️ today. Where will the adventure take me.

@naomirwolf Agree

What does it do to generations of male and female children in countries that allow ‘child marriage’, the fact that their dads raped their moms when their moms were children? And that the former child rape victim remains married to the rapist of children? What does that do to family life? Nothing we’d recognize in the West as love or safety.

Did President Trump say China should be allowed to buy our farmland? In NO WAY should they be able to buy our LAND of any kind!

Greetings 👋 Do you remember Chariots of Fire? “Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. 
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. 
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40: 28-31 (NIV). #fatigue #hope #encouragement

@elonmusk @RealDeanCain LOL.. too funny

I’m calling for 50 days of prayer for our nation as we look forward to our 250th anniversary on July 4—and it begins today! Each day, a pastor from a different state will lead us in a prayer for America at noon ET right here on my X page, and I ask you to join us. Pray with me right now that we as individuals, and as a nation, will turn to the God of our fathers—the God of the Bible. And then come back at noon when a pastor from Alabama will lead us in prayer. I hope you’ll come back every day for 50 days—and share this with your friends and encourage them to pray! I believe in the power of prayer! OneNationUnderGod.com #50Days50States50Prayers @BGEA