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GOD BLESS AMERICA!!! ❤️🤍💙🇺🇸🦅🚀

🚨 BREAKING: Rioters are now COMPLETELY DESTROYING SCHOOL BUSES in Times Square One of the drivers had a panic attack Police are TOTALLY overwhelmed These people are NOT intimidated, as they know they VASTLY outnumber cops

lol. Senator from Massachusetts who created a self inflicted housing shortage wants to tax the people of Texas, who build electric cars and rockets, to subsidize the self inflicted housing shortage

It’s not that John Thune couldn’t get the SAVE America Act passed if he really cared He just doesn’t want it passed.

The hardware store closes at 6PM.. It's 5:58 when a kid walks in. The kid can't be more than sixteen. Soaking wet and shaking from the rain... "We're closing." Tom says. "Please. I just need a lock. For a door." Something in the kid's voice. Terror. Desperation. "What kind of lock?" "I don't know. Just one that keeps people out." The kid's got a black eye. Fresh. The kind that's still swelling. Tom doesn't ask. Just walks to aisle seven. Shows him the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one, $8.99. "That one's garbage," Tom says, "Won't stop anyone determined." He hands him a deadbolt. Heavy duty. $34.99. The kid's face crumbles. "I only have twelve dollars." They stand there. Store empty except for them. Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. "Twelve dollars." "But," "Sale price. Today only." The kid knows there's no sale. Knows this old man is lying. Tries not to cry and fails. Tom bags it. Adds a screwdriver. Free. "You know how to install it?" The kid shakes his head... They drive in Tom's truck. Don't talk. The kid directs him to a rundown duplex on the east side.   Upstairs apartment. Door frame cracked. Old lock broken, hanging loose. Tom installs the deadbolt. Takes him fifteen minutes. Tests it. Solid. Hands the kid both keys. "Someone tries to get in, you call 911. You hear me?" The kid nods. Tom's halfway to his truck when he hears it, "Why?" He turns around. The kid's standing in the doorway, backlit, holding those keys like they're made of gold. "Why did you help me?" Tom thinks about his own son. Twenty years ago. Different city. Same desperate eyes. Didn't make it. "Because you asked," Tom says simply. He drives home. Doesn't tell his wife. Doesn't think much about it. Three weeks pass. A woman comes into the store. Tired eyes but smiling. "Are you Tom?" "Yes, Ma'am." "My son told me about you. The lock you sold him." She's crying now. "His father, my ex-husband, he's not a good man. That lock kept us safe until I could get the restraining order. Until we could breathe." She hands Tom an envelope. "It's not much. But it's the thirty dollars we owed you, plus a little more." Tom tries to refuse. She won't let him. "You didn't just sell him a lock," she says. "You saw him. You saw us. When we were invisible." After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid: "Installed three more locks for neighbors who needed them. Taught myself how... "Going to trade school next year. Maybe I'll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you. -Marcus" Tom's manager notices him crying by the register. "You okay?" "Yeah," Tom says. "Just... yeah." That night, Tom stayed two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten. In case someone walks in at 5:58PM. Soaking wet. Desperate. Needing more than just a lock. Tom learned something. The last customer of the day may be the most important one we ever serve.

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Alex Jones throws hissy fit over Dan Bongino, Trump and Kash Patel like a girl on her period. "The point is we know Trump ordering all these cover ups. We know Kash Patel ordered the cover up of foreign involvement Charlie Kirk's assassination" This guy is fucking retarded.