Victoria Wernimont

Dear Texas, Vote Ken Paxton in November. We can’t let James Talirico win. He is a literal demon.

Everyone in Western Nations NEEDS to know this information This is why the Crusades were launched by Europeans against Muslims who were being brutally conquering Christian nations “Muslim armies had conquered Christian Syria, Palestine, Egypt, the whole of North Africa, and most of Spain and Portugal. They crossed the Pyrenees into France and were checked at the Battle of Tours in 732 “What life actually looked like for Christians living under this expanding rule of Islam is something that tends to get neglected. The system governing Christian life across the conquered territories was called the dhimma, which was a legal framework that essentially classified non-Muslims as second-class citizens, and they were subjected to extreme violence if they resisted” “The jizya, which was a sort of poll tax payable specifically by non-Muslims, Muslims as a mark of subordinate status, was levied across the conquered territories. Now, what happened if you couldn't pay it? — they forced the Christians to hand over their wives and children as slaves to the Arab army as part of tax payment” “The slave raiding of Christian populations in Spain and North Africa would continue for centuries” Prominent Christians documented countless beheadings for the crime of saying refusing to convert to Islam Bill Warner from the Center for the Study of Political Islam cites an estimate for the amount of people Muslims killed: - 60 million Christians - 80 million Hindus - 10 million Buddhists - 120 million Africans List of Christian territories brutally taken over be Muslims: - Syria - Palestine - Lebanon - Jordan - Iraq - Egypt - Libya - Tunisia - Algeria - Morocco

What's happening in Spain should be a warning to every American who may have forgotten about what our borders looked like the last time Democrats were in power: All it takes is one election for your nation to become unrecognizable.

Dr. “Mengele” Fauci may be protected by a federal pardon but that does not hold against state prosecution and civil lawsuits. I am calling on the great Attorneys General and Governors of FL, TX, WV, and AR to bring charges against Fauci for crimes against children in exposing them to a vaccine that has now been PROVEN to hurt people. He is and will go down in history as one of the darkest souls who has ever been in federal government. There is NO JUSTICE unless he is held responsible for the crimes HE committed against HUMANITY.

Fauci didn’t stop us from taking Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine because they didn’t work. Fauci stopped us from taking Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine because they did work. He knowingly killed people. He cannot walk free from it. Evil.

Anthony Fauci didn’t just kill people. He also killed at least 200,000 small businesses. Sick.

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Army Pvt. Isabella Gonzales, 19, of Carrollton gave her life in service to this country, killed in action Friday during an Iranian strike in Jordan while supporting our troops abroad. Our prayers are with her family, her fellow soldiers, and all who serve in harm’s way.

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In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B. I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt." I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch. Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?" I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look. "...I have only just arrived." "Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart." Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section. The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor. A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice. I bowed slightly. I could not help it. Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?" "...I was paying respects to your blade work." He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter. "Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left." I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect. "Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter." Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped. Then the storm came. I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes. H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home. They drive toward it. During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked. A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER. Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose. I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey. He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do. "Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again." "...How long?" "Sixteen days." I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word. "...You are not a butcher, Dale." He picked up his knife. "Sure I am." In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself. The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars. A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it. I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so." I did not tip him. He would not let me. I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point. The shelf is the point. Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it. A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it. The bread was there.

🚨 JUST NOW: Tom Homan obliterates Memphis, Tennessee pizzeria owner who BANNED National Guard troops from his restaurant "It's disgusting. Has this guy ever served his nation?" "That pizza owner ought to be THANKING them for making that city safe!" "Has he ever strapped a gun to his hip, go out and defend people who he'll never meet? National Guard are DEFENDING this nation." 🇺🇸

In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM. I arrived at 1 PM. I was five hours late. The parking lot was already a city. A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse. He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?" I said I had not been invited. He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing. "Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation." He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown. I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life. A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it. She had been here since 6 AM. The game had not started. The game, I began to realize, was not the point. I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium. He said, "Depends." I asked on what. He said, "On whether the ribs are done." I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck. And he was considering not going to the game. Because the ribs were not ready. In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers. We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle. I have since attended eleven tailgates. I have never once cared who won the game. Nobody has. The game is inside the stadium. America is in the parking lot.

Imagine this: you get paid by our tax dollars and you don’t even show up to do your job when it involves our tax dollars being stolen. Wtf are these people doing in office if they don’t even care about our money being stolen and wasted? They are simply working against us.

Can you believe this? Enemy of the people.

Argentinians are predominantly of European descent (Italian and Spanish). 97% is European and Mestizo Argentina is ~80% Christian Now you know why all the third worlders hate Argentina online

ATTENTION EVERYONE IN MEMPHIS TENNESSEE Tamboli's Pasta & Pizza REFUSED to serve four members of the Tennessee National Guard. This is the owner, Miles Tamboli. Would be a shame if everyone in the area knew they kicked out US servicemembers!

Watch the moment a man got fired from a @Chilis in Louisiana for not calling a female by her preferred name “fish” and refusing to use “they/them” pronouns BOYCOTT @Chilis Pass it on!

Nike pays Erling Haaland roughly $20 million a year to be photographed with their products. A family-run western store in Dallas just got the same treatment for free. Better than free: Haaland paid them $750 for a taxidermy raccoon hugging a whiskey bottle. The backstory makes it better. Haaland walked into Wild Bill's Western Store during Norway's World Cup run and bought cowboy hats, exotic boots, a longhorn belt buckle, and a shirt reading "Y'all can kiss my Dallas." The owner says Haaland knew nothing about cowboy hats and had to be fitted for his first one. Then Norway's Cinderella run ended in the quarterfinals, and the tournament's breakout star, seven goals, carried the raccoon off the plane in Oslo himself. Caption: "It followed me home." Then he ran an Instagram poll asking fans to name it. The results for a boot shop that's been family-owned since the 1970s: the Whiskey Raccoon is sold out. The Dallas shirt is nearly gone. Their $500 Belligerent Squirrel, a taxidermy squirrel smoking a cigarette and holding Jack Daniel's, is down to low stock. Local shoppers are lining up at a store most of them had walked past for years. Sports brands run entire celebrity seeding departments trying to manufacture exactly this: a global superstar genuinely delighted by a product, on camera, unprompted. Every one of those campaigns reads as an ad, because it is one. Brands spend $20 million a year renting Haaland's image. Wild Bill's sold it to him for $750.

Share if you agree that the Senate shouldn’t take its August recess until it has passed the SAVE America Act.

As Mitch McConnell is MIA, when the Senate returns Monday Ted Cruz will chair the Rules Committe. If he doesn't advance the SAVE America Act, he needs to be primaried. We won't forget, Ted. If you're MAGA, prove it.