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@catturd2 Today my husband and I meet my oncologist and team. The fight of my life starts today. Jesus has my hand and Gods will be done.

Howdy. TGIF.

Victor Davis Hanson: Fascism Won’t Come to America Speaking in a Queen’s Accent. It’ll Come as a Young, Charismatic, Obamaesque Figure The real threat to democracy comes from politicians trying to change long-standing American institutions and norms to cement their hold power. “Trump is judged hyper-critically. If he sneezes, they call him a fascist. But these guys get a complete pass. “So Barack Obama took 20 phone lines of the Associated Press reporters, and tapped them, and nothing happened.” Full video:youtu.be/UTmDI7DFweU @VDHanson @jackfowler

Imagine having won the Walter Cronkite Award for Excellence in Television Political Journalism and clearly having never actually read the Declaration of Independence 🫠 @KatyTurNBC attacked @SpeakerJohnson this week after he quite literally just READ THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE in the middle of his prayer at @Freedom250's Rededicate 250 Event. Yes, our rights come from God. No, they do not come from the government. This didn’t used to be controversial 🙃 Pray for our country.

Hello Senator Thune, At 3 AM on Friday, March 27th, in a near-empty chamber, you passed a bill by voice vote that excludes all funding for ICE and CBP. Let me repeat that: voice vote. No roll call. No record of who was there. No accountability. Just you, Barrasso, and a handful of senators shuffling paper in the dead of night while America slept. You could have demanded a recorded vote. You chose not to. You could have held the line for five more days until the House returned. You chose not to. You could have used the same procedural tools Democrats have used against you for 40 days. You chose not to. Instead, you gave Chuck Schumer exactly what he asked for, DHS funding minus immigration enforcement, and called it a win. Then you walked to the cameras and blamed the Democrats. Let's be precise about what you did: 1. You caved to a demand Democrats made on Day 1 of this shutdown. Forty-one days of supposed hardball negotiation, and you settled for their opening offer. 2. You handed them a template. The next time Democrats want to defund any agency — ICE, CBP, or anything else — they now know: just shut down DHS and wait. John Thune will fold at 3 AM. 3. You punted to reconciliation. "Good possibility," you said. Not "we will." Not "guaranteed." Just maybe. Meanwhile, ICE operates on fumes from last year's bill with no certainty of future funding. The precedent you set: You have argued for months that the filibuster is sacrosanct. That the 60-vote threshold protects minority rights. That we cannot bend Senate rules for policy wins. But at 3 AM on Friday, you bent every norm that actually mattered: • Voice vote to avoid accountability • Empty chamber to avoid debate • Midnight deal to avoid scrutiny • Immediate recess to avoid questions You'll bend the rules to avoid a fight. You just won't bend them to win one. What you've actually accomplished: Democrats demanded ICE restrictions. They got ICE defunded. Not reformed. Not restrained. Defunded. And you're out here tweeting about how Democrats are the "Defund the Police" party while you just voted to defund border enforcement at 3 in the morning. The question you should answer: Why did this deal have to happen at 3 AM? Why couldn't it happen at 3 PM, with cameras rolling and every senator on record? You know why. Because you didn't want your voters to see what surrender looks like. Here's my message: We saw it anyway. Stop hiding behind "Democrat obstruction." You're the Majority Leader. You set the schedule. You control the floor. You chose this outcome. Own it.

@GretchenPSmith I was just diagnosed with cancer and start chemo this Friday, yet my heart aches for you as I have been through the pain you feel. Love will find you again. It has its own time frame. Pray daily for your peace.

It is so lonely living alone. Some people embrace it. I just cannot. Walking into an empty house day after day is brutal. This is my season of life. I will not give up or give in…God and my gym therapy…

@PlanetTyrus This was a great show. Laughed and Laughed. And, tomorrow I want rotisserie chicken.

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Hello Senator Thune, Wow. Just wow. Democrats didn't block Trump's nominees, @SenateGOP did. You had the majority. You failed. Republicans rejected Trump's picks. That's not on Democrats. We aren't Marxists; we believe in historical fact. And the fact is, you torpedoed @EagleEdMartin over manufactured outrage about January 6, while ignoring actual violence your constituents face. You don't get to revise the record. You own this. You talk about being the party of personal accountability. Stop attending lobbyist steak dinners and start showing it.

@RealSeq16 @KatTimpf @RhondaRides We buried my dad on my birthday in 1998. He was 68. I am 68 and just yesterday I was released from hospital knowing that I have cancer in my liver, coming from somewhere else. Odds are against me and I am grieving for Kat, her grief is grief I know all too well.

Kat, you nailed everything I’ve always wanted to express but never could. First, I am so heartbroken for you & your family. Your description of your dad is so much like my dad who died on my brithday 11 years ago. He was my best friend, the cement that held our family together, & his loss weighs heavy on me, still. I too had to face painfully difficult surgical decisions being BRCA2 pos. My deepest condolences to you & your fam 🙏

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.

GREAT JOB, @CBSNews Facts matter. Shame on you, @KarenBassLA Let’s gooo @spencerpratt

@ThrillaRilla369 Faith

Without drugs... what is the greatest weapon against anxiety and depression?

Dad defending his daughter’s western sandals is the cutest thing I’ve seen today ❤️😂 “Her western sandals are NOT ugly!” Credit: @craftedbyaylaus

Please repost this for me👇🏽I am going to go full force again with helping veterans…last time I raised $8M. Step aside and watch this next push🇺🇸💪🏽Unstoppable👇🏽

@greta I bet she has blue hair, 3 cats, and only opens her door to pickup her doordash.

This is a communication I just received….I don’t know this person (and I have respectfully not included her name)….

@BarackObama Has a Manifesto. You: We don't know the motive. You think we are stupid.

Although we don’t yet have the details about the motives behind last night's shooting at the White House Correspondents Dinner, it’s incumbent upon all us to reject the idea that violence has any place in our democracy. It’s also a sobering reminder of the courage and sacrifice that U.S. Secret Service Agents show every day. I’m grateful to them – and thankful that the agent who was shot is going to be okay.

Cole Allen is the Dunning-Kruger Assassin. Allen is not some random nut job from the fringes of society. He’s a very articulate graduate of Caltech, which means he has a high degree of native intelligence. He’s in the education profession. He is on BlueSky. He goes to No Kings protests. He’s your basic rank-and-file Democrat. But it’s that high native intellect that led him astray. The Dunning-Kruger Effect is, at its simplest level, people thinking they know more that they do. People who are high achievers in one area often mistakenly believe their native abilities make them experts in all areas. So you get a super-smart guy like Allen, he excels in one narrow area, and extrapolates that excellence into thinking he knows more than he does in other areas. He goes into Blue Sky, he goes to No Kings protests, and he is easily swayed into believing all of the insane, violent lies those sorts of intellectual cesspools foster. All of a sudden this computer science expert is a national political policy expert too, except that latter expertise is derived from insane propaganda. The man with the intellectual skill to write code is not smart enough to recognize when he himself has fallen prey to propaganda, so he KNOWS that Donald Trump is Hitler and must be stopped. And when you KNOW that someone is Hitler, what’s the right thing to do? That’s what is so scary at this very moment—the sheer number of ostensibly educated Democrats who KNOW so many things are “true" that are actually so very, very untrue. In many ways, Cole Allen is just an average Democrat, and like most average Democrats, he fell prey to credentialism and Dunning-Kruger. But Cole took it to the next level; let’s pray more do not.

The democrats continued insistence on holding up DHS funding in the middle of a war against the “death to America” terror regime in Iran, after another attack on our President’s life, and amidst persistent and dangerous terror threats, is an enormous scandal. And it would be handled far differently by the media if the political party roles were reversed. x.com/RNCResearch/st…

@TheModerateCase My heart broke for her when her beloved husband was killed. And now, tonight. The trauma that she has suffered...Jesus, hold her tight. Mother Mary, calm her soul.

Erika Kirk is a good woman. She prays for those who smear her, while they could never understand the trauma she has been through and lived with every day for the past seven-plus months. Hateful hearts cannot understand her demeanor. It doesn’t matter what she does; it will never be good enough for them. Too much crying = overreacting Not crying enough = not really grieving On stage in public = should be at home with her kids At home with her kids = she’s supposed to be a leader The hateful and spiteful are parasites on the good, and catalysts for evil and moral rot.

Attack at the White House Correspondents Dinner. It's time for this to stop!