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This is extremely concerning! A new study found that the sweetener used in millions of Americans' daily snacks can damage human brain cells within hours of a single serving. The FDA approved it decades ago, but the new data is worrying: (1/15)

I studied Islam at Columbia University because I needed to understand what it says in the Quran that forced my family to flee Iran under gunfire after the Islamic revolution. I’ve read the Quran. I know what it says to do to Jews. And no one can deny it to me because I studied it. And here’s the truth: Sharia Law is not compatible with the West.

SHAME: The Islamic Republic of Iran has just been nominated to the U.N. Committee for Program and Coordination, which meets soon to shape policy on women's rights, human rights, disarmament, and terrorism prevention. ECOSOC members who backed this include: 🇬🇧🇪🇸🇨🇦🇫🇷🇩🇪🇳🇴🇳🇱🇦🇺🇨🇭🇦🇹🇫🇮

A student today at my elite university admitted to me today that she took a class so she could work on reading for more than 20 minutes at a time. She can't read. She mainly skims and summarizes, she says and still gets A's. This student is, by professional standards, illiterate. Gonna have high GPA when she graduates. This conversation was had after 6 of 22 students dropped my course because the maximum reading per week in one week was over 100 pages. What people aren't grasping is that this is literally *dangerous*. These people are going to be come doctors, engineers, etc. They are - by any metric - vastly less capable than prior generations. These effects are cumulative over a lifetime. This grade inflation is part of the problem, but not even close to the entirety. And the problem obviously starts in K-12. Students don't know history because, you can't actually become historically literate on the advice of 'never assign more than 30 pages a week'. You can't develop any of the skills that came with literacy. This is, quite honestly, a civilizational catastrophe.

Men and women who would put on their uniforms again to serve if that call ever came. 🫡 🇺🇸 💪

Happy Tuesday! Here's a throwback to 2004...concept sketch and final painitng: 'Winter Evening' 48x30 inches, oil on linen

This is the raw, unfiltered truth of what happened when one American warrior was swallowed by the Iranian night…and how the United States answered with unrelenting, calculated wrath. Call sign: Dude 44.
 An Air Force colonel, downed deep…two hundred brutal miles...inside enemy territory. Wounded on ejection, he dragged himself up a jagged mountain ridge through pure force of will, wedged his broken body into a narrow rock fissure like a blade locking into place, and transmitted three words that sliced straight through layers of Washington skepticism: God is good. They doubted it. The analysts, the risk-averse bureaucrats, the ones who see traps in every shadow...they hesitated, suspecting an elaborate Iranian snare meant to bait rescue forces into slaughter. While they verified, the clock turned into a death sentence. For forty-eight merciless hours, the regime unleashed everything it had. IRGC killers, Basij fanatics, armed civilian mobs, helicopters clawing the sky, drones hunting every thermal signature. A provincial governor dangled blood money for the American’s head. The colonel’s WSO, still breathing and listening in the dark, heard the hunters closing...voices thick with predatory hunger, footsteps scraping across stone. This wasn’t mere military pursuit. It was psychological warfare on a primal level: the Islamic Republic, bloated with revolutionary arrogance, needed to break one man to prove they could still shatter American resolve. Their entire apparatus...ideology, militia muscle, state terror...converged on a single wounded pilot. They craved the trophy. They underestimated the predator they were stalking. Because America does not leave her sons to the wolves. The response was a masterclass in lethal precision and overwhelming force. More than a hundred elite special operators slipped across the border under cover of darkness. Four B-1 bombers roared in and delivered nearly a hundred 2,000-pound warheads that rewrote the terrain in fire and cratered any organized pursuit. MQ-9 Reapers circled like patient death, surgically eliminating fighters who dared approach within striking distance of the colonel’s hide. A CIA deception cell pumped poisoned intelligence into Iranian channels...claiming the pilot had already been snatched and was being exfiltrated overland...designed to fracture their command, sow paranoia, and buy the precious window needed. The first extraction attempt extracted its own price in blood. Two MC-130Js managed to touch down on a hastily prepared strip inside Iran only to sink helplessly into soft sand...trapping 200 million dollars in American aircraft and turning them into sudden, tempting targets. No panic. No negotiation with failure. Commanders adapted. Three smaller replacement aircraft were vectored in immediately. Every operator and airman was pulled out. Then, in a final act of defiance, the trapped birds were deliberately destroyed on the ground...reduced to twisted, burning wreckage so the enemy inherited nothing but ash and humiliation. All of it executed with the ferocious elegance that defines the American fighting spirit: not reckless, but absolute. Rooted in a warrior philosophy that treats every pledged life as non-negotiable. When Secretary Hegseth delivered positive identification to the President, the order returned sharp and unyielding, stripped of hesitation: We have to get him. That single sentence carries centuries of American resolve...the refusal to let empire erode into caution, the understanding that national character is forged in moments when lesser powers would fold. Dude 44 is home. The regime is left choking on smoke, craters, and the humiliating realization that their grand hunt collapsed against one man who refused to yield and a nation that still possesses the will...and the lethal capability...to reach into the devil’s own backyard and drag its own back alive. America still honors its blood debts with thunder. 💀🗡️🇺🇸🦅

🚨🔥 JUST IN: The Artemis II crew just dropped a hilarious video styled like an old-school 1980s sitcom (FULL HOUSE) while cruising toward the lunar flyby.

We Japanese witnessed this more than half a century ago when we fought against the Americans. When one of their military aircraft was shot down and the pilot found himself adrift alone in the vast Pacific, they did not hesitate to send out a Catalina flying boat to search for him and rescue him, despite the risk of being shot down themselves. We were not capable of doing that. And so we were defeated. In that sense, the Americans have not changed at all since those days. That is precisely what makes them America.

The world stopped to watch Artemis II. Moments like this remind us what is possible and inspire the next generation to dream bigger and take us even further. We are just getting started on this grand adventure. It is time to start believing again.

We’re being told this country is broken beyond repair. And then this happens. An American Olympic gold medalist, bloodied and grinning, wrapped in the Stars and Stripes, after decades of waiting, sacrifice, and belief, reminding the world what it looks like when America rises again. 🇺🇸 Two kids on a quiet sidewalk, watching Artemis II tear through the sky, like history reaching forward and backward at once, reminding us we are still the nation that dares to go farther. 🚀 And an American Air Force colonel, shot down over enemy territory, alone in the mountains of Iran for 48 hours, hunted, wounded, waiting, And America came for him anyway. Through the dark. Through the risk. Through the fire. Because we don’t leave our own. Same year. Same country. Not spin. Not noise. This is real. They can keep selling division. They can keep feeding the noise. But this? This is different. This is who we are when it matters. Not perfect. Not polished. But still capable of courage. Still capable of wonder. Still capable of loyalty. The darkness is loud right now. But the light? The light doesn’t ask permission. It just shows up. GOD BLESS AMERICA 🇺🇸❤️ HAPPY EASTER 💜

Yes! Having been a working actress since 1956 I saw the evolution of the leftist ideologies creep into the scripts that I read. Especially the late 60's and through the 70's. I wrote about it extensively in my book written with my fellow PolitiChicks in 2014 called "What Women Really Want". Very few people speak out like Ben Stein and tell the truth about the orchestrated effort of the entertainment industry to change the culture with subliminal messages in their products. They mask it as entertainment but condition people to gradually accept their ideas as the norm.

Sauerkraut's resume keeps getting more impressive. According to Dr. Sina McCullough, sauerkraut juice given to cows degraded glyphosate in the rumen & made them less prone to spreading botulism. And sauerkraut juice sprayed on soil showed an 80-90% reduction in glyphosate! It didn’t just remove the glyphosate. It broke it down! Eat your ferments! Source: beyondlabelspodcast